About Blues without Clues

I don’t have a name to offer, only thoughts I’ve been too quiet to say out loud.

This space wasn’t built to be seen. It simply became a place to set down the weight I couldn’t carry alone.

I write to shift my focus from drowning in my emotions to understanding them. Through words, I try to gather clues about what I’m truly feeling, hoping I might learn how to feel safe when I’m alone with my thoughts. Sometimes, those clues take the shape of poems. Other times, I return to unfinished fictional worlds I created when I was younger. And on certain days, they spill out as journal-like entries: unpolished, restless, and urgent.

You won’t find life advice here. No tips, no tricks—just fragments, confessions, and quiet attempts to make sense of what I feel. If you ever find yourself feeling blue, living without a clue on what to do next, you might find a soft corner of company here.

I may never find all the answers, but I’ll keep hunting for them through the words that escape my mind.

Thank you for giving this space a chance…even when the words feel a little lost themselves.