A blank page
Why do I find myself gazing at this blank page? For months now—yes, a solid couple of months—I’ve struggled to write something, anything. I long to share meaningful stories or personal experiences from my life, but when I sit down to begin, I hesitate. I recognize that many of you might not know who I am, and even those who do may not grasp the weight of the stories I carry, filled with emotion and the lives of others. This realization often causes me to halt because I grapple with how to express the raw, honest truth for all to see.
