Write the thing that scares you a little.
I’ve 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. What’s surprised me most isn’t the sadness… It’s the clarity. Every time I write about something hard, I end up learning something I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. There’s 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. We’re 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 we’re digging through stone with a spoon. But every time we sit down and try again, we’re proving something important: Our stories matter because we’re the only ones who can tell them. So if you’re stuck, or tired, or doubting your voice — 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. We’re all in this with you