📜’ve spent countless hours in front of my bright-wall during my language-learning-wander. Facing a writing-blanket, waiting for a word-storm can be stressful sometimes. But the worst thing is this relentless question my thinking-box throws at me every time I run out of pen-sweat: Are you sure you know what you're doing? The voice is like a doubt-whisper that, blended with my usual morning brain-fog, makes me feel unsure—trapped in a hesitation-puddle.

That's why I play hide and seek with language: she hides and I seek, though sometimes it's me who hides, but she never seeks—just stays curled up behind a silence-curtain. It feels like getting lost in a syntax-maze.

How long it will take me to get out of this washing machine- anxiety-cycle, no one knows. Maybe I’ve just been chasing a grammar-ghost all along.👻 ⚔️