Does anyone read this? Writing for myself (and maybe you)

I have been writing this blog for a while now, though if I am honest, I have been more off than on. People often remind me that consistency is key if I want readers to keep coming back. It got me thinking: why do I keep coming back here and writing at all?

At first, it was to share my views. My journey into medicine has been a winding one, spanning nine years of education. I thought that if I felt this way, surely others would too, and maybe I could inspire someone walking a similar path.

But then it became about engagement. I started writing what I thought people wanted to read, posting on social media, and trying to grow an audience. Eventually, I lost my way. The more I tried to cater to others, the less I wanted to write. I felt scrutinised, uncomfortable, and disconnected from what I actually enjoyed.

So recently, I decided to write for myself. To write about what interests me, the things I find meaningful, even if no one else does.

I started this blog in silence, and despite my inconsistency, I keep coming back. I am writing this post as a reminder to myself of why I do this. I write because I enjoy it. Call it cringe or self-indulgent if you like, that is fine. This blog was originally built for others, but it is time it became something I would actually want to read.

So this is a promise to keep writing, and to keep it for me.

Writing is something I love. I enjoy the quiet act of putting thoughts into words, even if they never reach anyone. Will this blog ever gain traction and change my life? Probably not. And honestly, that is okay, because that is not what I want.

So here I am again, writing another post. And if you are reading this, welcome. This is my space to think out loud. I would love for you to enjoy it, but if it is not for you, that is okay too. Either way, welcome.

If you are someone who loves doing something, I hope this can also be reminder that having audience is not what makes it worth doing.