My Journey

The beginning of my journaling journey was never sparked by a dramatic life event or a moment of emotional upheaval; instead, it emerged from something far more subtle an innate desire to create. Like many of us in childhood, we were captivated by the idea of owning a beautifully crafted, imaginative book, and I was no exception. For years, I collected elegant notebooks, charming stationery, and countless stickers, yet none of them ever found a real purpose. As time passed, the dream of curating a creative journal quietly faded into the background.

Years later, almost unintentionally, I happened to scribble  a plain notebook (all thanks to my profession of being an Architect ) and began to experiment playing with colors, doodles, sketches, and small fragments of quotes. I let my creativity move freely, much like a painter instinctively reaching for a brush. I wasn’t trying to construct a scrapbook or achieve anything aesthetically perfect, I simply wanted a space where my thoughts and imagination could unfold without pressure or expectation. Gradually, that simple notebook transformed into a personal sanctuary part therapeutic outlet, part creative refuge, and a quiet, ongoing dialogue with myself. Before I realized it, journaling had become the medium through which I understood my emotions, my thoughts, and ultimately, myself. Today, I firmly believe that creativity has its own rhythm, and when it lives within you, it will always find its way to the surface.