Life with Nena

 I started writing when I was around fifteen. Not because I thought I would become a writer — but because I didn’t know how else to say the things I was feeling. Writing became the only place where my thoughts didn’t get interrupted, where my emotions had space to unfold without judgment. At first, it was just a quiet refuge — some messy pages, unfinished poems, loose thoughts scribbled in the margins of school notebooks. But slowly, those fragments became something more. I realized I was not just escaping into writing — I was building something real, something that allowed me to understand myself and the world around me. I write essays when I need clarity — when I want to untangle something complex inside me or in the world. I write poetry when emotions rise too fast for full sentences. And I write drama or screenplays when I need to let silence speak — through characters that don’t look like me, but somehow carry pieces of me. Each form of writing opens a different door. And e...