Sometimes, we think we truly desire something, but when we finally achieve it, we realise that what we actually need is something entirely different.
On this page, many authors would share a beautiful and inspiring story about the battles they fought with the world and themselves to fulfill their dream of writing.
I admire such creators, for they are living proof that dreams are attainable.
But that’s not my story…
I never dreamed of becoming a writer. I wanted to be a doctor, and I became one. Every day, I worked alongside colleagues who performed the “miracles of medicine” right before my eyes. Sometimes, I even assisted them.
Yet, all the while, a voice in my head kept screaming that I wasn’t doing what I was meant to do. Over time, that voice grew into an invisible force, threatening to tear me apart if I didn’t give it an outlet.
That was the voice of creative energy. It called to me, and I longed to surrender to it. But only those who have faced a similar struggle understand how difficult it is to step out of your comfort zone, even when that comfort is conditional.
When the urge became a necessity, I finally found the courage. I wasn’t chasing a dream; I was simply doing what I felt compelled to do.
My dream was never to be a writer, but to find fulfillment in my everyday life. For me, that means a life filled with writing.
I don’t call myself a “writer,” but someone who writes with immense joy and feels a deep happiness whenever readers share their positive emotions and excitement with me.
Thank you!
Alexandrina
