
About Me
I am Neta, a writer not by choice but by soul. I did not stumble upon words—I was born into them, wrapped in their quiet embrace before I even knew how to speak. I grew up an introvert, a quiet observer of a world that often felt too loud, too fast, too unkind. Silence was my comfort, but writing—writing was my voice.
I have always been drawn to the written word, not because I wanted to be, but because it was the only way I could ever truly exist. In ink and sentences, I found the freedom to be loud without speaking, to bleed without wounds, to scream without sound. Every story I write is a piece of me—shattered, stitched together, raw, and honest.
I do not write for applause. I write because I must. Because if I do not, the weight of unspoken thoughts will drown me. Because words are the only bridge between my solitude and the world that often feels so distant.
This is who I am. A writer before anything else. A soul woven from ink and solitude. And if my words reach you, if they move you, if they make you feel—then perhaps, for a fleeting moment, I have truly been heard.