Write the thing that scares you a little.
Iāve been deep in my memoir lately, writing through some of the heavier chapters. The ones about loss, family, and how grief quietly shapes the way we move through the world. Whatās surprised me most isnāt the sadness⦠Itās the clarity. Every time I write about something hard, I end up learning something I didnāt realize Iād been carrying. Thereās this moment, maybe you know it too, where the memory stops being a weight and becomes a message. A reminder. A direction. And it made me think of all of us in this group. Weāre all trying to make sense of our own stories, sentence by sentence, hoping they land somewhere true. Some days the writing flows. Other days, we feel like weāre digging through stone with a spoon. But every time we sit down and try again, weāre proving something important: Our stories matter because weāre the only ones who can tell them. So if youāre stuck, or tired, or doubting your voice ā keep going. Write the next paragraph. Write the messy version. Write the thing that scares you a little. You never know⦠it might be the page that finally teaches you something real about yourself. Keep writing. Weāre all in this with you