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I’ve been lying in bed for the past hour, staring at my laptop screen, unsure of how to begin this post. I’ve typed, deleted, and retyped more times than I care to count. Writing feels like the right thing to do right now, even though I have no clear idea what to say. It reminds me of something I heard in a TED talk recently:

“Write, even if you don’t know what to write about.”

One thing I realized, though: whenever I write and publish a post late at night, I almost always regret it the next morning. 😂 There’s something about nighttime vulnerability that brings out a rawness in my writing, making me share more than I probably should. Without fail, I wake up thinking, “What was I even thinking?”—and then I end up editing.

Still, here I am, leaning into this late-night writing.

It’s funny how the mind and body don’t always seem to sync sometimes. My face is still sore from a facial extraction earlier today, and after getting home, I threw myself into spring cleaning. My body is physically drained, but my brain? It just won’t stop. It’s like there’s another person inside me, constantly watching, endlessly pushing.

It’s the same with everything I do in life—whether it’s work, relationships, or just daily tasks. If something is my responsibility, I throw myself into it completely, almost obsessively. Breaks aren’t an option because my mind refuses to let me rest. I’m not sure if it’s anxiety, perfectionism, or just the way I’m wired, but unfinished tasks feel like little weights pulling at me.

Maybe writing is the only way I can truly rest—my way of clearing space in this overworked brain, pouring my thoughts onto the page so I can finally find some peace.

If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ve probably noticed that, with my travel adventures on pause, this blog has shifted into a space for self-expression. It’s where I untangle my emotions and share pieces of myself in ways that feel honest and true. I know it’s not perfect—my grammar slips and my thoughts sometimes wander—but that’s the beauty of writing. It’s a learning process, a journey that evolves with every word I put down.

For me, writing is more than a creative outlet; it’s a lifeline. On the heavy days, it becomes a tool for healing, helping me process emotions I can’t always articulate. What started as a personal escape has grown into something much more meaningful. Over the years, I’ve received emails from readers who’ve found comfort or connection in my words. Knowing that my writing has touched even one person is a reminder of why I keep showing up here.

When I started this blog, I had no expectations. I wrote because I needed to—because it gave me clarity and a sense of peace. So, if you’re thinking about writing, my advice is this: don’t overthink it. Start writing even if you don’t know where to begin. Write for yourself, not for approval or perfection. Let it be messy and raw if it needs to be. Don’t worry about structure or audience—just let your thoughts flow. You might be surprised by how much it helps, and who knows? Your words could make a difference to someone else too.

Until next time. X, Hani. ❤