Reina’s Quick PSA (because apparently I’m back):
Uh… hi guys. Lol. Not sure if you’re still here but it’s me. Reina.
That stubborn pimple you can’t get rid of. You can slap on a pimple patch, sure. I’ll just pop up somewhere else. I’m versatile like that.
It’s been a while. Real Life’s been hard. Like, really hard.
Before, when I kept disappearing and reappearing, I was trying—too hard—to be good, to be better. And sometimes I was. For a few hours. Until I wasn’t. Then I just… couldn’t again.
Writing started as a hyperfixation. Then it became comfort. And when things got so bad in my head that I couldn’t even write anymore, that hurt more than I expected. Because writing wasn’t the only thing—I had you. The friends I made through these stories. This little community. Losing my ability to show up felt like failing you too.
That was how I connected. And for a while, I couldn’t connect with anyone. Not even myself.
So I took a break. I stayed off socials. If you reached out and didn’t hear back, I’m sorry. I asked my sister to deactivate things for me. I needed quiet.
And then—slowly—I started writing again.
I’m not at 100%. Not even close. I’ve still got a few things I’m dealing with between now and February. But I’ll share chapters as I can. They might not hit the same. I’m not chasing perfection right now, I’m chasing comfort. An escape. And I hope that’s okay.
If you’re still here: thank you. Truly. I wish things were easier. I’ll keep trying for as long as I’m here.
I hope you’ve been okay too. If you want to tell me what you’ve been up to, I’ll start going through comments again, actually reading them this time.
I love you. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for staying. ❤️
