
A year ago, I found myself staring at a blank page, much like I was staring at a blank future. I had just lost my job—a role I had poured my heart into for years—and with it, I felt like I’d lost my identity. The uncertainty was suffocating, and the future seemed like an unwritten story with no plot in sight.
In the midst of that chaos, I did something simple yet profound: I picked up a pen.
At first, writing was just an act of survival—a way to vent the emotions swirling in my head. I scribbled down frustrations, fears, and dreams I hadn’t dared to speak aloud. But over time, something incredible happened. Writing transformed from a vent to a mirror. It reflected patterns I couldn’t see before, helped me make sense of my pain, and offered a path to healing.
This journey eventually became Diary of Clichés, my book that’s as raw and messy as life itself. But the story didn’t start there—it started with me rediscovering myself, one word at a time.
The Therapy in Writing
There’s something deeply therapeutic about writing. It’s like having a conversation with yourself, minus the judgment or interruptions. Every entry in my journal was a safe space where I could be honest—whether it was about past relationships that broke me or dreams I was too afraid to chase.
When I was grappling with heartbreak, writing gave me clarity. It showed me that my pain wasn’t just random; it was connected to patterns of self-sacrifice and longing for validation. When I felt like a failure after losing my job, writing reminded me that failure wasn’t the end—it was the beginning of reinvention.
And it wasn’t just about analyzing the past. Writing also became a tool for dreaming again. I wrote down the life I wanted—not just the polished version others might admire, but the deeply personal dreams that made my soul light up. Slowly, the words on the page became my roadmap.
The Messy Middle
Of course, it wasn’t all neat resolutions and profound insights. Writing also forced me to confront uncomfortable truths about myself. Like the fact that I sometimes clung to clichés about love and success because they were easier than facing the reality of what I truly wanted.
There were days when writing felt more like ripping open a wound than healing it. But even in those moments, it was worth it. The pain on the page was proof that I was processing, not ignoring. And with every page, I was reclaiming pieces of myself that I thought were lost.
The Birth of Diary of Clichés
As the months went by, I realized that the stories I was writing weren’t just for me. They were universal. Whether it was the heartbreak of unrequited love, the struggle to find purpose after a setback, or the quiet joy of rediscovering yourself, these were experiences so many people could relate to.
That’s how Diary of Clichés was born—not as a polished self-help book with all the answers, but as a messy, honest exploration of what it means to be human. It’s a collection of stories, reflections, and truths that might just make you laugh, cry, or see your own life in a new way.
Lessons I Learned Along the Way
If there’s one thing writing taught me, it’s that healing isn’t a straight line. It’s a winding path full of detours, setbacks, and surprises. But here are a few lessons that stood out:
1. Clichés Exist for a Reason
The phrases we roll our eyes at—like “time heals all wounds” or “follow your heart”—carry a kernel of truth. Writing helped me see these clichés not as empty words but as reflections of universal experiences.
2. Pain is a Teacher
As much as we try to avoid it, pain has a way of teaching us the most valuable lessons. Writing about my struggles forced me to sit with them, understand them, and ultimately grow from them.
3. You’re Not Alone
The more I shared my stories, the more I realized how universal they were. There’s something incredibly comforting about knowing that others have walked similar paths and come out stronger.
4. Dreams Evolve
When I started writing, I thought my dreams were over. But writing showed me that dreams don’t die—they just change shape. Losing my job wasn’t the end of my story; it was the beginning of a new chapter.
An Invitation
If you’ve ever felt stuck, lost, or overwhelmed, I hope my story inspires you to pick up a pen. You don’t have to be a writer or have a perfect plan—just start. Write about your day, your dreams, your fears. Write the story you wish someone had told you when you needed it most.
And if you’re curious about where this journey led me, I invite you to check out Diary of Clichés. It’s not just a book—it’s a conversation, a companion, and maybe even a spark to start your own journey of self-discovery.
So here’s to the blank pages in our lives—may we fill them with stories that heal, inspire, and remind us of who we truly are.
























