About me
Hi! I’m Red. I am a mental health advocate, a blogger, and a psychology major student. I am a Turbulent INFJ. I describe myself as a perfectionist, affectionate, sensitive, reserved, and independent woman. My dream is to become a doctor. I love dancing, writing, making sketches, painting random stuff, and listening to music. My habit is to sit on my own and observe people. I spend most of my time in my head rather than socializing with entities.
What inspired me to start a blog?
“ In the latibule, I am an open book that people in the outside world are incapable of reading. ”
—Ms. Red, 2022
I have the habit of writing my thoughts down, whether in a notebook, on my mobile phone, or sometimes even on a small piece of paper. Why did I choose to blog? Not only because it is a one-way street between a writer and a reader —a reader who lacks the power to question the writer while they are pouring their feelings and thoughts onto their piece. Yeah, that’s why I’m here…to write. But wait! Is it preferable to tell your story to a stranger? Isn’t it beautiful? to be seen, yet remain hidden. In the latibule, I am an open book that people in the outside world are incapable of reading.
“But wait! Is it preferable to tell your story to a stranger? Isn’t it beautiful? to be seen, yet remain hidden.”
—Ms. Red, 2022.
Blogging had been on my mind for quite some time, but I hadn’t given it much attention. After a handful of years, I finally decided to create my personal blog. Hello, beloved!
To You
My site is dedicated to someone who has always been misunderstood. To someone whose only wish is to be heard. To someone who feels different from others and so enjoys their own company. To someone who has been fighting with themselves for years but has finally discovered the path of self-love and acceptance. To someone who’s already accustomed to the scent of solitude. If you’re still reading this, you’re presumably THAT someone. So, let me tell you my story…
Come in! Experience metanoia with me.
“ Come in! Experience metanoia with me. ”
—Ms. Red
Writings of Red 