For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to write. It was my way of processing thoughts, exploring ideas, and sharing a slice of my world. But at some point, I stopped. The pause wasn’t accidental. Intrusive thoughts crept in, and I began to overthink the whole idea of putting my words out there. I didn’t want to be overexposed or feel like my life was up for public scrutiny. Writing started to feel more risky than rewarding, so I chose to step back. Even during this hiatus, the urge to writ...