A year ago, I pressed publish on my first Medium article.
It wasn’t perfect. Honestly, I wasn’t perfect either. But here we are, one year later, and it feels less like a milestone, more like a mirror.

Because writing isn’t just about filling white space with words.
It’s about filling silence with meaning.

I thought writing on Medium would be about discipline. Sit down, write, publish. But it turned out to be much more.

It became therapy on days when my mind was too loud.
It became a conversation when I felt unheard.
It became a connection with strangers, who read a piece and said, “I feel the same.”

And that, to me, is the magic.

Some stories I thought were “too small” turned out to resonate the most.

Some pieces I laboured over hardly got a glance.

And sometimes, one unexpected clap or comment was worth more than a thousand silent views.

Medium, in its quiet way, reminded me: You don’t write for applause. You write for clarity. The applause, when it comes, is just a bonus.

I don’t know if I’ll write another 100 articles or just 10.
But I know this … I’ll keep showing up. Because every piece I write is a piece of me I didn’t want to lose.

And if even one person finds it useful, relatable, or just smile-worthy — that’s enough.

One year on Medium has taught me a simple truth:
We don’t write to be read. We write to remember.