I didn’t start this brand because I had a perfect plan. 

I started it because I was tired of feeling like I couldn’t do anything right.

There was a constant regret 

that I wasn’t enough,

that I had nothing of my own,
that I was just existing instead of creating.

This diary business began as a risk I took on myself.
No certainty. No guarantees. Just a small hope that maybe 
if I tried, I could prove that voice wrong.

I still don’t know where this will lead.

 It might fail. It might grow.
But one thing is certain: this is mine.
Built from doubt, healed by effort, 

and held together by the courage to begin anyway.

This isn’t just a brand.
It’s proof that even on days you feel lost, 

you can still create something meaningful.