What Writing Has Taught Me About Bravery
Write Afraid: What Writing Has Taught Me About Bravery
I used to think bravery looked like grand gestures—standing on stages, charging into conflict, or speaking boldly without a tremble in your voice. I didn’t realize, until I started writing seriously, that bravery could also look like a blank page, a blinking cursor, and the decision to tell the truth anyway.
Writing taught me that bravery isn’t the absence of fear—it’s the presence of vulnerability. Every time I write, I’m taking a risk. Maybe someone won’t understand what I meant. Maybe no one will read it. Maybe they will—and they won’t like it. Still, I write.
Because I’ve learned that being brave is sharing your story even when your voice shakes. It’s putting your heart into words and hitting “send,” “share,” or “publish” when your finger hovers over the button in hesitation. Writing taught me how to sit with discomfort. To lean into it. To trust that what I have to say—what any of us have to say—matters.
Bravery is rewriting the parts of your past you never wanted to revisit. It’s giving your pain a voice so it can stop echoing in your head. It’s choosing to write honestly, even when fiction feels safer. It’s turning “maybe I’ll write someday” into “I’m writing now.”
I’ve learned that bravery is also found in the quiet persistence of showing up. On the days when the words won’t come, and everything I write feels wrong. When doubt creeps in and comparison steals joy. On those days, bravery is writing one more line.
I write afraid—but I write anyway. And that’s the most courageous thing I’ve ever done.
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