The Writer Who Feels Everything

Before the year started, I told myself, This time, I’m not going to start the month by writing something emotional. No heartbreak stories, no stress-filled rants, no plans falling apart.

It sounded like a solid plan. After all, new beginnings deserve good vibes, right? But as much as I try to stick to it, I always find myself slipping. Not because my life is filled with bad days—far from it. It’s not that I don’t see the good or celebrate the wins. But as a writer, I’ve noticed something about myself.

I feel everything.

It’s like I carry an invisible radar for emotions. The heartbreaks, the stress, the silent battles people fight—they’re all there, humming in the air, waiting to be noticed. And I can’t help but notice.

Sometimes, it’s in a friend’s quiet “I’m fine” when I know they’re not. Other times, it’s in the stranger’s tired eyes on the bus or the defeated sigh of someone walking past. And as a writer, I can’t just walk away from those feelings. I don’t just hear or see them—I absorb them, internalize them, and eventually, I write about them.

Because even if I’m having a good day, I know someone out there isn’t. Someone’s struggling to make it through, and maybe, just maybe, my words can be a balm.

Writing isn’t just about telling my story. It’s about connecting to the countless untold stories around me. It’s about giving voice to emotions people can’t articulate or won’t admit to feeling.

So, while I promise myself every year to keep it light, I’ve realized it’s okay if I don’t. Because the world isn’t just one shade of emotion. It’s a mosaic of highs and lows, victories and struggles, and as a writer, it’s my privilege to capture them all.

So here’s to a new year of feeling everything, of writing it all down, and of hoping my words make even the smallest difference.