Often, we believe we truly want something, only to discover later that what we actually need is entirely different.

On this page, many authors share inspiring stories of the battles they fought—with the world and themselves—to fulfil their dream of writing. I deeply admire those creators, for they are living proof that dreams are attainable. 

But that is not my story.

I never dreamed of becoming a writer. My aspiration was to be a doctor, and I achieved it. Every day, I worked alongside colleagues who performed the “miracles of medicine” right before my eyes. On occasion, I even assisted them. Yet, amid all of this, a voice in my head kept insisting that I wasn’t doing what I was truly meant to do. Over time, that voice grew into an invisible force, threatening to tear me apart if I didn’t find a way to express it.

It was the voice of creative energy, calling to me. I longed to surrender to it. But only those who have faced a similar inner struggle understand how hard it is to step out of your comfort zone, even when that comfort feels confining.

When the urge became a necessity, I finally found the courage to act. I wasn’t chasing a dream; I was simply following what I felt compelled to do.

I never set out to be a writer. My goal has always been to find fulfilment in my everyday life. For me, that means a life filled with writing.

I don’t call myself a “writer”; I’m simply someone who writes with immense joy and feels a deep sense of happiness whenever readers share their positive emotions and excitement with me.

Thank you!

Alexandrina