Writing and Me, A celestial bond!

2nd February 2023

I took up writing in 2018. It was my son's third birthday and I casually wrote a poem and shared it with a beautiful collage of all his cute pictures on Facebook. The poem was very well received, and some special mentions for it too in the comments. I was surprised, for me, I was just giving words to my feelings, and a few arrangements here and there if required. To experiment and see if it works, I made a Facebook Page named "My Scribbles", and it is still active. Writing a piece daily for the page had become my routine, with no theme and no strategy. From there to blogs, books, and much more, the journey has been enriching and enticing.

Healing
I did not get myself diagnosed, but there was a hint of postpartum depression I was going through, I noticed. And writing came to me at that time. On my Facebook page, I started with motivational quotes and a few lines to go with them. Today, when I look back, I understand, in the real sense, that motivation was for me. I desperately needed that. I was in a full-time corporate job, even two days before my delivery. Stepping out of the house daily and meeting colleagues, who had turned into very good friends, was my daily routine. A career break was never part of the plan. It did not come to me organically. To come to terms with it, being called an overqualified homemaker and being fine with no salary every month were two big shocks I made peace with, just because of my writings.

Identity
My son was born in May 2015 and I left my job in October 2015. After that my only identity was, Wife, Daughter in Law and mother; All dependent on others, nothing of my own. This thought was very painful because I knew I was not doing justice to my capabilities, I was not using them to the optimum. There always used to be a conflict between heart and mind. And my heart, which was and is abundantly fuelled with passion won over! My writing started being noticed. The idea of strategizing my content and formatting it in a book was given to me by one of the readers, and that is the biggest acknowledgment I have ever received.

I am a writer.
Writing gave me my identity.
Recognition is yet to come!
But the outcome always feels rewarding!
I published my books when
I was told, "No one
Reads books these days!
Why are you even writing?"
If not to them,
But to me,
They are my camaraderie!



Sanity
After embracing writing, it became my go-to thing, my happy place, my stress buster, my way to vent out, and a medium to meditate. Writing made me patient, I used to react to a situation without thinking, but after writing happened, I make sure I am convinced before I post anything or send it across! Written words can be edited and altered, spoken words can't be! This maturity in thought came because of writing.

I usually write non-fiction. Even my fictions are partially non-fiction! Whenever something strikes me, hurts me, or does not feel right, I have to pen it down. If I don't, I feel restless. The thought of not making a note of a catchy line/phrase haunts me! I feel much better after penning it down. With all the ups and downs in my life, I have been able to stay Sane because of Writing! I do not have a literature background, hence my language is not fancy. But when I started writing, I had only one intention in mind; To write in an understandable language, so the reader does not need to head to Google or run for the dictionary after reading something written by me; I try to meet this with every piece that I pen down!