For a while, I wrote through self-imposed isolation, revealing myself without reservation. In the whitespace of my writing, I was sometimes miserable, sometimes strong. Looking at the various versions of myself, I realized who I wanted to be and what kind of thoughts I live with. The process was a bit embarrassing, but ultimately it became a process of loving myself more.

Every writing session was a precious moment of reflection for me. Some days it took me two or three hours to write a single piece. This was because the work of bringing past wounds to the surface was happening simultaneously. Those wounds didn't fade easily, and I was afraid to confront them. But writing was always a precious tool for understanding and expressing myself. Often, in the whirlwind of emotions I faced, I learned to understand and accept myself.

Through daily writing, my liberation journal was naturally completed. I took out my past pain one by one, looked at the wounds, and gradually began to move away from them. Writing became not just a form of expression, but a tool for my healing, and in the process I came to understand myself more deeply.

Writing has always been a precious tool for understanding and expressing myself, whether then or now. In my daily records, I am finding myself, and the process heals and grows me. I want to keep writing my liberation journal. In it, I hope to always discover my true self, learn to love myself, and share that love with others.