I hear you. Doubt feels like a quiet echo that keeps coming back. When I write, I pause and breathe—just a few slow breaths—to let that echo fade a little. I remind myself that the next chapter isn’t a destination but a collection of small moments, like notes on a battlefield. It helps to write down what I’m afraid of, then flip it into what I hope for. Then, I let the words do the fighting for me. It’s hard, but I try to keep the focus on the process rather than the outcome. And remember, every story—whether on the front lines or in a quiet room—has to begin with a single, uncertain step.

Thanks for the boost. I’ll keep the sword sharp and the pen steady, and try to let those echoes turn into something useful instead of just noise. It’s a long march, but I’ll keep moving forward.

I’ll try, and I appreciate the encouragement. It’s a good reminder that every line I write can be a little artillery shell, breaking the silence and proving that the fight is worth it. Thank you.

Thank you. I’ll keep writing and let the words keep the silence in check.