I Was Screaming Into the Void — Until Medium Gave Me a Mic

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I wrote like a ghost.

My fingers danced. My heart bled. My screen filled with paragraphs.

But no eyes saw.
I was on Blogger — a site that I adored for how easy it was to use but quietly despised for how hollow it was.

I blogged for a year with entries that barely brushed anyone. No claps. No comments. No shares.

Me, my words, and nothing.

I started to question.

Was my voice even real if no one ever heard it?

The Agony of Being an Invisible Writer

Come ride along in the mind of an irritated writer with me.

Each meal is a piece of yourself cut out and set down on a plate. You’re bleeding onto paper, hoping someone — anybody — will approve of your ideas.

And when the silence yells back harder than applause, it kills your soul.

It’s not laziness that kills writers. It’s invisibility.
Then I Found Medium — and Something Changed Inside Me
I stumbled upon Medium three months ago.

I wasn’t paying much attention. Oh, another writing platform? Fine, great.