✨ Mariam empire ✨

When Words Became My Safe Place There was a time when I didn’t recognize my own voice anymore. Life felt loud, yet inside me was silence  the kind that hurts. I was surrounded by expectations, noise, and the constant rush of trying to become someone, but I couldn’t hear myself think. Then one day, I opened an empty notebook and started to write. At first, it was random thoughts  messy, emotional, and confusing. But as I continued, something beautiful began to happen. Writing became my mirror. It reflected who I was beneath all the layers of fear, doubt, and pretending. Slowly, word by word, I started finding my voice  and with it, I found my purpose. This is the story of how writing healed me, guided me, and helped me become who I am today. 1. Writing as Therapy  /  Healing Through Words Writing therapy isn’t about perfect grammar or beautiful sentences. It’s about release. Every emotion you trap inside  the anger you swallow, the sadness you hide, the conf...

daily reading habits   For years, I truly believed I didn’t have time to read. I wasn’t lying to myself on purpose.  Life felt busy. My days were full.  Between responsibilities, phone notifications, mental exhaustion, and endless to-do lists, reading always felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford. Yet, I kept buying books. I would walk into a bookstore or scroll online, feel inspired by a title, imagine the wiser version of myself who had read it, and bring it home.  I placed each book carefully on my shelf, promising myself, “One day, when I’m free, I’ll read this.” That “one day” never came. My shelves looked impressive full of knowledge, stories, and ideas but my heart felt strangely empty.  Those books weren’t changing me because I wasn’t opening them.  I wasn’t connecting with the words, the lessons, or the worlds I longed to escape into. I felt guilty every time I looked at them. They silently reminded me of who I wanted to be, not who I was. Everything...