“Hey you, blogger… You call yourself a writer? A blogger? I seriously wonder who even reads your posts. Even a 6th grader could write better than you. Do you think you’re Shashi Tharoor or someone famous? Go ahead, publish your work and sell it—maybe you’ll make some money or get royalties.”
Yes, these were the “encouraging” words hurled at me by a family member. And what did I do? I thanked them—genuinely. Not for their criticism, but for reminding me of something important: why I write.
I calmly responded, “No, I don’t believe I’m someone great, nor am I trying to be. I like to keep my writing simple—words that connect, not confuse. And if I compare myself to anyone, it’s only the version of me from the past.”
Honestly, I could see how far I’ve come from where I started. There’s visible growth, and I take pride in that. But somewhere mid-explanation, a thought struck me—why am I even justifying myself?
The truth is, I don’t need validation from anyone. Constructive criticism helps you grow, yes, but this didn’t feel like that. This felt like belittling. And yes, I won’t lie—it did sting. But then again, people talk. Some enjoy pulling others down, maybe because that’s all they’ve ever known.
I’ve come to believe that some words are best left behind. I’m learning to detach from those remarks and keep doing what I love—writing. Because that brings me peace and joy.
Have you ever faced such harsh judgment in your life? If so, how did you cope with it? I’d love to hear your experience.