Is anyone even reading these?
I’ll admit it—I often find myself watching the numbers. How many people followed? How many comments did I get? Did anyone share it? It’s easy to fall into that trap, especially in a world that tells us success is measured by likes, followers, and engagement rates.
But if I’m being real with you, that’s not why I started writing.
I write because I have something to say. I write because I believe in the power of words to heal, to challenge, to inspire, and to connect. I write because I’ve lived through things that I once thought would destroy me, and if sharing those experiences helps even one person feel less alone, it’s worth it.
People tell me I make an impact. They tell me my words matter. And while I truly hold onto those encouragements, I’d be lying if I said the silence doesn’t sometimes get loud. When the stats don’t reflect the weight of what I’ve poured out, it’s easy to wonder, Is anyone really listening?
But here’s what I’ve come to realize: impact can’t always be measured in numbers. Sometimes, it’s in the unseen moments—a quiet heart that feels understood, a tear shed in private, a small shift in someone’s mindset that they may never even tell me about.
So today, I remind myself (and maybe you too) that the world needs what we have to give—regardless of who shows up in the comments or how high the follower count climbs.
I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep writing. Because purpose is bigger than performance.
And if you’re reading this, thank you for being part of the reason I keep going.
What’s something you feel called to do, even when it feels unnoticed? I’d love to hear

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