My fellow Mesher

I need to admit something.

I’ve committed crimes.

Not the kind that land you in jail, but the kind that quietly mess with your dreams.

They crept in slowly, so quietly I didn’t notice at first.

But now, I can’t deny what I’ve done.

At first, I didn’t think much of it.

These weren’t loud or obvious mistakes.

They were small, seemingly harmless decisions that felt like nothing in the moment.

But they added up, and now they’re hard to ignore.

If I’m being honest, you’ve probably done it too.

I’m not judging—you too have.

What crimes you might be wondering?

I’ll tell you.

I let good ideas die.

You know that moment when inspiration hits and you think, I should write this down?

I didn’t.

I told myself I’d remember it later. But I didn’t, and those ideas vanished forever.

I stole time from myself.

Instead of sitting down to write, I scrolled through social media trends, procrastinated, and gave my energy to distractions. Yes comfort zone

I told myself, Tomorrow will be better, but tomorrow just became another excuse.

And worst of all?

I doubted myself.

Every time I thought, Who would even care about this?

I silenced my own creativity. I talked myself out of writing what mattered.

Sound familiar?

Here’s the thing: these crimes don’t make you a bad writer .

They make you a human. And they don’t have to define you.

Every blank page is a second chance—a chance to redeem yourself and write the story that’s been waiting inside you all along.

So, what do you say?

Stop beating yourself up and start writing.

Your story is worth it. You’re worth it.

Let’s do this together.