My Story Life Me
It started with a notebook, a quiet room, and feelings I didn’t know how to speak out loud.
I was in 8th or 9th grade when I wrote my first “Dear Diary” entry—just a shy girl trying to understand herself. Back then, expressing pain felt impossible. I didn’t have the courage to talk about the things that hurt me, scared me, or even made me happy. So I wrote. I poured my heart out in silence—through anger, through tears, through moments of joy.
Then life shifted.
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I changed schools, and something changed within me too. That shy, quiet girl stepped into the spotlight for the first time. I wrote a story for a school play—and everyone loved it. That moment became my turning point. I wasn’t invisible anymore. I was seen, appreciated, and, for the first time, proud of my words. That school brought light into my life. It gave me space to flourish, to explore, to be me. My thoughts were no longer trapped. I wasn’t just writing to survive anymore—I was writing to live.
My literature teacher recommended a book that changed everything: Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman. It cracked open my mind and showed me how deeply words and psychology are connected. I dove into books, reflections, and a deeper kind of storytelling.
But just when I started feeling settled, school ended. And then came college.
We all imagine college as concerts, fests, dancing, and late-night laughter. But the reality was different. College taught me some of the hardest lessons of my life. It turned me into a responsible woman. I took on everything I loved—scriptwriting, content creation, editing, speeches—it became my space. I met beautiful people who stood by me during tough times, even though I still struggled to share everything out loud.
Then, something changed again.
My mind felt blocked. I stopped writing. I couldn’t paint, couldn’t sketch—everything that once gave me joy felt distant. It was like going back to that silent, scared schoolgirl. But this time, I wasn’t a child anymore. I knew what I needed. I turned inward, focused on my family, my writing, and my career. I stopped waiting for validation.
I created an Instagram page. I built a website. I stopped hiding in diary pages and decided to share my words with the world. Because I know now—there’s still a little girl inside me who needed love, encouragement, and reassurance… but was always too scared to ask for.
So now, I speak through my writing.
I share my truth.
Because I’ve learned:
“No matter how much you express, if someone truly cares—you never have to ask
And if you do have to ask again and again… maybe it’s not meant for you.”
This is not just my story. It’s my beginning.
It was when i stopped searching for home within others
and lifted the foundations of home within myself
i found there were no roots more intimate
than those between a mind and body
that have decided to be whole
-rupi kaur
