i went anonymous after reaching my dreams as a writer

realisations from a 2-day experiment

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I started an anonymous page on Medium.

After becoming writer with somewhat of an established audience, of reaching the ‘k’ milestone, one I considered impossible on a platform as this, I decided it was time to go anonymous again.

I know, it makes no sense right.

I know younger-newbie writer-me would be wondering aghastly, why on earth would you start a whole new account, an anonymous one at that?!

But she wouldn’t understand the freedom that the cloak of anonymity gives to a writer. The absolute creative freedom to write what she wants, how she wants, is a superpower unmatched.

Or so I thought.

But why?

I was inspired by the beautiful nostalgic writings of a writer called butter pancakes 🥞 (you should totally check her work out!).

Reading her posts, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of nostalgia and a bit of sadness. I found myself scrolling to the bottom of my page to my older posts, the ones where I used to share mini reflections from life, my adventures and tragedies.