I call myself Anatta. It isn’t my real name—just a borrowed truth, a Buddhist whisper that there’s no solid self, nothing fixed.

I took the name to keep the light off me. It’s not about fame, status, reputation. This isn’t about me.

It’s about the posts, the messages, the weight they carry. That’s all that matters.

Write with Passion

People hear a Muse, so they pull ideas from their minds, present them in this medium.

I write because it consumes me, because it’s a craft that burns with life.

The blog gives me a canvas—music, images, words, all woven into a long, endless scroll that feels like a journey. My stories come from life itself, stranger and sharper than fiction could ever be.

Every word, every thought, is born from the passion to share what stirs me, what moves me to see and feel more deeply.

Some will find meaning in it, others won’t. It’s not work that leaves anyone untouched.

As an INFJ, I write with heart, pulling no punches, never settling for distance. It can provoke or soothe, but it demands connection.

This is what I love, what I live for, and every moment spent here feels right.

Please Respect my Anonymity

I am a ghost, unseen and weightless. A specter in your mind.

It wouldn’t be hard to find out who I am. But if someone did, I’d ask them to keep it quiet. I’d deny it, even lie if I had to, though I’d hate it. I’d rather not be forced into that.

Let me stay anonymous.

I’m not chasing fame or planting some idea of myself in the world’s mind. No need for praise, no hunger for applause.

Anonymity is my freedom.

It lets me speak honestly, say what needs saying, even when it’s sharp, even when it draws the wolves. When the hounds of correctness circle and snap, I’ll still write, bare and unyielding, because this is from the heart.

My Son and My Family Are My World

My son is my world, the center of all things. He is a young man with autism, and through him, I found the man I was meant to be.

As he grew taller, I grew deeper, shedding the selfishness and vanity that once gripped me. He became the heart of my spiritual practice, the reason I love, see beyond myself.

Without him, I’d still be chasing hollow things. He gave me purpose, showed me what it means to live for someone else. His care isn’t a hardship, a burden to bear—it’s a blessing, rare and extraordinary.

I share a joy with him that others rarely know, and for that, I owe him everything. He inspires me, transforms me, and gives my life meaning.

Contact Me, but only from your Heart

I'm available at the email address below. Minus spam, I guarantee that I will read your message, nothing more.

selflessanatta@gmail.com