Why I Started Writing

"Ideas captured in the moment, waiting to find their place or remain as echoes."

For a long time, I told myself I’d write someday. I had ideas, pieces of stories, and plenty of things I wanted to say but they stayed in my head. Life kept moving, and I kept pushing it aside.

It wasn’t until I experienced a betrayal that cut deeper than I expected that everything shifted. That moment shook me to my core, and in the middle of sorting through the weight of it, I started looking back. Not just at what had just happened, but at everything I’d carried for years. All the moments I wanted to write about but never had.

That’s what finally pushed me to put words on paper. Not because I was chasing a dream of being an author, but because I needed to make sense of what I was feeling and because those echoes had been building for too long to stay silent any longer.

What started as a personal outlet grew into Between the Echoes: The Reality of PTSD. It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t planned. But it was real. And once it was out there, I realized these weren’t just my stories. They were threads of experiences many others had lived too, but never spoken.

I didn’t start writing because it was easy. I started because life had finally made it impossible not to.

That first step led to more stories, including fiction like Chasing Echoes, where truth and imagination meet. Not everything I wrote made it into the first book, and not everything will find its way into the follow-up either. If I don’t feel it in my heart, I set it aside.

Maybe one day those missing echoes will become their own work. For now, what remains are the stories I knew needed to be told.

📖 You can explore my books, including Between the Echoes and Chasing Echoes, on Amazon.