I dissapeared for almost a year, nobody probably cares at this point; but I do. In the last year my life really changed, I realised I wasn't studying in the right field, so I almost quit school entirely.
I lost confidence in my writing skills because I couldn't find the right way to continue The Last Lycans, I just felt like my story was going downhill and I had lost control so I gave up on that too.
I was at the lowest of lows mentally and I needed to find myself, so I left on a trip with my , then, fiance (yes, right during Covid, love just couldn't wait), met his family and discovered his culture, then I came back home, six months later; happilly married.
I always wrote about love with limited experience, but now, my whole perspective on life changed, thanks to the man of my life. It felt wrong at first to even write romance stories anymore because I thought I had matured past them, and fantasising about other people when I was married felt like cheating (I have a habbit of overthinking stuff that makes zero sense).
Recently, I told my husband I missed writting and explained my dilemna to him. The absolute mad lad read all I had written on Wattpad, said it was good, and that I had to keep going because some comments said they wanted more.
So here I am, because of him, ready to dive in again and at least finish what I had started.