I often compare the journey of personal growth to the nurturing of a vibrant garden. It's a process where, much like tending to plants, the daily growth often unfolds quietly, escaping immediate notice.

As early as I can recall, I have had a natural aversion to writing and reading. The reading part faded when I began enjoying books of my choosing after I finished high school. However, the writing block has stuck with me to this day. I still do not love writing. I still have a hard time picking up my pen or sitting down to type. I am still very conscious of the voice that screams, “You’re not good enough! Who would ever want to read what you have to say?”