In a world drowning in information, the idea of starting No Wrong Words, a lifestyle blog about my life experiences, feels almost absurd, like bringing a flashlight to the sun. And yet, this might just be one of the most natural things I’ve ever done. It feels as though my whole life has been leading up to this.
Ever since I discovered writing all those years ago, it’s been the one thing I’ve always wanted to do. I started to learn about the world and to experience life through journaling, and soon after, with the fearlessness of a child I then was, I jumped into writing fairy tales, short stories, and even novel drafts. As life unfolded, teaching me about friendship and love, loneliness and heartbreak, writing became my outlet, my way of making sense of it all.
Writing as a Mirror: Finding Meaning in My Story
Over time, my writing became both a comfort and a mirror, revealing more about me than I often realized. Which brings me to this moment. What am I doing here? Why did I start this blog? Why now?
I started this blog because I have stories to share. Stories that, for so long, I dismissed as irrelevant or unimportant. “I want to write, but I have nothing to write about” was, for the longest time, an unhealthy belief deeply rooted in unchecked maximalism. Did my story even matter if it wasn’t one of a kind—if it had been lived, felt, and written about before by someone else? Funny how so much of my past writing—never meant for anyone’s eyes, of course—was just me venting about having nothing ‘important’ to write about.
Every Story Matters—Including Mine
Years of therapy, self-reflection, and exposing myself to as many perspectives as possible through reading books, talking to people, and consuming content online changed my mind. I came to realize that the idea of stories too unimportant to be shared is bullshit. Every story, experience, and perspective matters as long as it comes from the place of kindness, light, and love. My life doesn’t need to look impressive for my writing to impress. My experiences don’t need to be flashy in order to evoke feelings when I share them. I want this blog to be a space for honest self-reflection that stems from my life the way it is, not the way a past version of me thought it should be in order to be worth writing about.
That’s why I named it No Wrong Words. It’s a declaration that, whatever stories are shared here—mine or, I hope, with time, yours—they’re all important. They all matter. As long as they foster empathy, vulnerability, and growth, they cannot—they will not—be wrong.
What I Hope to Achieve with This Blog
All the demands I’ve ever set for my own writing come down to this: I want to write things that touch people. That make them feel less lonely, more connected, or simply keep them curious about the world around them and the people living in it. This is the purpose of this blog. I want to fulfill my need for writing and storytelling by sharing my personal stories about life and friendship, love and loss, success and failure, and if I’m lucky, it will reach someone in need of advice or an insight, a new perspective, or maybe just a life anecdote that will make them go, “Omg, same!”
In short, someone like you.
My Vision for No Wrong Words
In my boldest dreams, I see this blog growing into a full-time project that will inspire connection, meaningful discussions, maybe even shifts in perspectives. I’ve been fortunate to come across blogs or Instagram pages where someone had the courage to be vulnerable enough to help me see I’m not alone in my loneliness or my weirdness. I’ve been lucky to stumble upon spaces on the Internet that helped me redefine my worth, rebuild my relationship with my own body, rebrand myself in my own eyes, regain faith in humanity, and learn to see beauty in what could only seem ordinary before. I’m starting this lifestyle blog in hopes that there’s someone out there—maybe even you—who’ll feel the same way reading my stories.
I also hope that me taking this crazy, scary step will help you embrace your own narrative the way I am learning to embrace mine. I didn’t start this blog after making my life exciting enough to write about. My life is exactly the same as it was when I thought I had no worthy story to share with the world. I’m simply improving my skill of seeing beauty, and value, and worth in what used to seem ordinary before.
Committing to the Journey: What Comes Next?
So, where do I go from here? I want to make this space a habit, a commitment—not just to writing, but to sharing my voice. Writing once a week seems like a good place to start (I’m a big girl with a full-time job and a cat to feed). I hope that, with time, my thirst for writing will make me share more often. If I haven’t made it clear yet how terrifying it is to be doing this, let me say this one more time: the idea of being here, writing this, scares the bejesus out of me. But let me be brave in living my life to the fullest or die trying. I only hope you follow along.
So here I am, showing up with my words—flawed, messy, but mine. If there’s one thing I hope this space can prove, it’s that there are no wrong words when they come from a place of honesty. Let’s start writing. And in case no one has said it to you today: your stories matter too. Now, be a good friend and remind me of that when I inevitably start doubting myself in a week.
Oh, and one last thing—the name’s Rita. What a huge pleasure it is to meet you.
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