Honestly, this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to put into words, and I’ve been staring at this blank space for far longer than I’d like to admit, trying to find the right way to say it without breaking apart everything I’ve built here.
After a long time of reflection, quiet nights, and countless attempts to reignite what once came so naturally, I’ve come to realize that writing doesn’t feel the same anymore. It used to be my refuge—my way of understanding the world and myself—but lately, it feels distant, like I’m reaching for something that no longer reaches back.
For a while, I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was just a phase, that maybe I was just tired or uninspired. But the more I pushed through, the more I realized that forcing something so meaningful only made it feel heavier. And I never wanted writing to become something that felt like a burden instead of a home.
Deep down, I know I have to be honest—with myself and with all of you. So, with a heavy heart, I think it’s time for me to step away for an indefinite period, and possibly close this chapter for good. Along with this, I will also be discontinuing all of my ongoing works and gradually deleting what I’ve shared so far. Thank you for every read, every message, every moment you spent with my words—it truly meant more than I can ever express. Now read the first letter of each paragraph. . .
