I find that writing comes more naturally to me when I’m communicating with strangers, as there’s a sense of ease and detachment. However, when it comes to my journal, I experience a unique pressure to ensure that my words accurately represent my inner thoughts. It’s as if I question whether the words truly belong to me. Interestingly, when I engage in blogging, I notice a distinct voice in my mind, almost like a narrator guiding my thoughts onto the page. While I recognize the need to scrutinize this voice more than the one in my journal, it somehow manages to capture a deeper essence of my true self.