I was looking back at my old posts and found a few letters I wrote to 'Si Pemilik Tulang Rusuk.' It’s been such a long time since I last sat down to write one. I used to write a letter every year—2011, 2013, 2014—and the last one was back in 2015, talking about my Dad.
Alhamdulillah, in 2024, Allah finally brought us together. Now, instead of writing letters, I get to talk to my husband every single day! I love him so much, and I pray that our love only grows stronger from here.
Hello!
I'm back after 1 year and 10 months from my last post. Why taking me so long to write again? Ahhh, there are so many things happened! I don't even know where to start. The most important right now is, I feel soooo good dapat menaip something yang bukan work related! Yes!
Seventeen years ago, I stitched my fingers and sewed my lips, not out of drama, but out of necessity. Blogging back then was my quiet rebellion. My way of whispering into the void, hoping someone might hear. Sehari boleh tulis 4-5 posting, write today-schedule for one week punya stock post.
Then life happened. The stitching tightened. Silence became easier.
Lately, I’ve been feeling the pull again not just to write, but to feel on the page. To unstitch slowly, carefully. It’s like I need to clear my head, sort through my emotions, and let my thoughts breathe. Not for likes or attention, just for honesty. For healing. For quieting the noise in my mind.
This isn’t a comeback with fireworks. No grand promises, no follower goals. Just me, a keyboard, and whatever truths my fingers are brave enough to type.
Maybe someone will read this. Maybe not. And that’s okay. Even if it’s just me reading this back later… that’s more than enough.
I’m writing again.
A little promise, just to myself: I’m coming back to this.
