May Flowers Grow in the Saddest Parts of Me
I will plant flowers in the places where grief once lived.
NETA NWAEDOZIE
Hi, I’m Neta.
Nothing here is fiction. Every word I write, my pain, my love, my past, my opinion, is real. I’ve spent too long being asked if my stories are made up. They’re not.
I write because I must; raw, unfiltered, and sometimes uncomfortable truth. And somewhere in these words, there’s a quiet love that reminds me softness exists.
Featured Articles
Time Won’t Stop, So I’ll Run with It
If time won’t stop, then neither will I.
March 16
365/365
Even at 50, I'd Still Want My Mum
I will always want my mum.
The Future I Am Building, Far Away and Full of Love
Suspect: The Love That Feels Like Coming Home
The Love That Feels Like Coming Home
You are mine, and I am yours.
You are mine, and I am yours.
I Want To Live
Some nights, I wonder where I will end up.
I Have Searched for God in Millions of People
I have searched for God in millions of people.
Before I Saw You, I Heard You, and I Loved You
In his love, I am home.
“You can make anything by writing.”
C. S. Lewis