Why did I stop writing? Why did I start again?!

Why did you stop writing? People have asked me this question a number of times over the last 4 years. My reply would usually be – nothing struck me as a strong topic or I just didn’t feel like writing anything or I’ve lost touch and so on. But what I didn’t tell them was the truth. And the truth was that I stopped writing because life happened, and I grew up. And if you know just a tad bit about growing up, you would know that over the course of your metamorphosis into adulthood, you become more restricted and even more vulnerable. When I had started my blog in 2015, I had a passion to write and to express my opinion. I was fearless and indifferent to another’s perception of me. That’s what I’m missing now. My old self would open her thoughts to the public without even a slight flinch and now she is just too scared to let it all out. Growing up made her strong but less brazen.
Growing up is a revelation. It’s like your mind introduces you to its previously undiscovered sides. I have stronger opinions now than ever, but I just can’t write them down. It’s like they are floating in my head begging to let them out, but my conscience is scolding them like a crooked old lady telling her grandkids to shut up and behave. Behave, because the people around you aren’t ready to see that side of you. They will judge you if you say anything. It’s best to keep quiet in a world where people form opinions about each other faster than they blink.
But what I’ve come to realize is that it’s okay if I have opinions that are too upfront for people to digest. It’s going to take some time to break the walls I’ve been building over the past 4 years to shield myself from rejection and criticism and the judgmental society, but I’m ready to write again about things I really care about. And for that matter, all the things that kids my generation care about but are too afraid to speak up.