Why I Started Writing: My Niche and Prose

A Childhood of Paper and Playgrounds

I started writing before I even knew what writing was.
In elementary school, when kids ran to the swings or chased each other around the playground, I sat alone with a tiny notebook. I was getting bullied then, and I didn’t have friends to play with, so I made words my company.

At first, they were songs — little melodies I’d hum under my breath, lyrics about invisible friends and happier worlds. I didn’t realize it then, but I was learning that language could hold me when people couldn’t. That even when I felt small, my words could make me feel seen.

The Moment I Found Poetry

As I got older, music turned into poetry. I fell in love with the way a few lines could say what a whole conversation couldn’t.
Poetry taught me how to name feelings I didn’t understand — the quiet anger, the deep sadness, the moments of joy that came out of nowhere.

Writing became less about escaping and more about exploring. It gave me space to unpack my identity, to make sense of my atypical thoughts and emotions — the kind that didn’t fit neatly into a sentence or a smile. Poetry became both mirror and map.

My Niche: Soft Words, Real Feelings

When I finally started Sincerely Mocha, I didn’t want to be just another lifestyle blogger. I wanted my writing to feel like a conversation — calm, cozy, and honest.

My niche lives in that intersection: soft living with real emotion.
I write about self-care and morning routines, but also about loneliness, identity, and healing. I talk about candles and coffee, but I also talk about the weight of growing up, of being seen, of learning to love yourself even when your mind feels complicated.

My prose is gentle but real. It’s how I turn my contradictions — strength and sensitivity, chaos and calm — into art.

Writing as Self-Discovery

Writing is how I check in with myself. It’s where I go when I feel misunderstood, overwhelmed, or inspired.

Every poem, every blog post, every sentence is another piece of me learning to exist more truthfully.
It’s helped me understand how my brain works — how my emotions move in layers, how my thoughts sometimes rush faster than my mouth, how feeling deeply can be both a gift and a weight.

Through writing, I’ve learned that I don’t need to hide my intensity; I can shape it into something beautiful.

My Prose, My Pulse

My prose feels like a whisper over coffee — rhythmic, reflective, and real.
It’s where I merge the lyricism of my childhood songs with the honesty of my adult voice.

It’s not about being perfect; it’s about being present. About telling the truth softly, so it still feels safe.

Closing Thoughts

I started writing because I was lonely.
I keep writing because I’m not anymore.

Words built me a home when people couldn’t. They gave me a place to belong — not to be liked, but to be understood.

Now, every story I share on SincerelyMocha is my way of passing that feeling forward — reminding someone else that even if they feel unseen, their words still matter.