Ready Enough: Reclaiming My Voice Through Writing, Again.

I didn’t feel 100% ready to write this.

But I'm writing it anyway.

Writing once felt like home - until it was invaded.

Since that day, my voice was silenced.

Not by choice, but by betrayal.

But now, my fear has shifted.

It’s no longer the fear of writing again -

It’s the fear of not writing.

Fear of staying silent.

Fear of losing the part of me that’s been waiting to speak.

My mind, body, and soul are craving release.

Craving the rhythm of thoughts turned into words.

Craving the safety of paper that doesn’t judge.

Releasing will require silence.

It will require me to open the door

to the part of me that’s been locked away for 20 years.

It will require vulnerability.

It will require safety.

And safety - I do feel.

Safety - I am reclaiming.

May my words be rooted in truth.

May they dance through imagination and fantasy.

May they guide me back home.

May they heal - and be healing.

I’m still not 100% ready.

But I am ready enough.

And sometimes,

ready enough

is all it takes

to begin.

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