Despite all of that, I still try to write because writing is something I genuinely love. It's my passion. It's my dream.
But lately, I haven't even been able to write consistently because life has become overwhelming.
Today I was at work and I only had a few minutes during my break, so I checked my notifications, hoping to relax for a moment.
Instead, I opened messages that completely ruined my day. Those words stayed with me throughout my shift.
I couldn't stop thinking about them.
I questioned myself.
I questioned my writing.
I even questioned whether I should continue at all.
Some of you don't know the person behind this account.
You don't know what I'm going through.
You don't know what I'm carrying.
You don't know my health.
The person you're speaking to has a fragile heart. Stress is something I'm constantly trying to avoid because it genuinely affects me. Every harsh comment, every unnecessary insult, every disrespectful remark adds to that burden.
Before you type a comment, please remember that there is a real human being behind the screen.
I'm not a machine.
I'm not emotionless.
I'm not perfect.
And for those who constantly point out my English, let me remind you of something
English is not my first language.
I'm still learning, just like everyone else is learning something in life. Making mistakes doesn't make me less deserving of respect.
I'm doing my best with the knowledge and resources I have. If you genuinely want to help me improve, I will always appreciate kind and respectful corrections. But if your intention is simply to belittle me or make me feel incompetent, then please don't.
Enough is enough.
I'm tired of constantly feeling like I have to apologize for chasing my dream.
I'm tired of questioning myself because of people's words.
I'm tired of feeling like writing has become something I should fear instead of enjoy.
Protecting my peace does not make me a coward.