ꪑꪮꪮꪀ. 𐙚 ˚

Hey dear lovelies…
          	
          	First and foremost, I hope you’re all doing okay. Please take care of yourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. The world is already heavy enough; don’t let it break you too.
          	
          	I’m here to remind you that I’m still here. And to the people who genuinely checked on me, asked about my life, worried about me, thank you. I appreciate it more than I can ever put into words. That care means everything to me.
          	
          	I’ve also seen messages asking, “Are you alive or what?” Okay no, I’m not dead yet.
          	
          	But yes, it’s been almost three months, and I understand why you feel frustrated. I really do. And I’m sorry. Truly.
          	Life has never been kind to me. I started writing back in January 2025 as a way to survive to distract myself, to breathe, to escape. But somehow, life found new ways to pile things on again.
          	
          	I lost my job offer. I was supposed to move to the UAE for work, and just like that… it was gone. Everything I had planned disappeared overnight. I’m helpless right now, and I won’t lie living without a job, without stability, feels impossible. Every day feels like walking through hell and pretending you’re fine.
          	
          	This is personal, but I’m sharing it because I want you to understand why I disappeared. I’m not lazy. I’m not careless. I’m just tired, overwhelmed, and trying to stay afloat.
          	
          	I hope you understand.
          	
          	I hope you can see me for what I am right now someone struggling, but still holding on.
          	
          	I’ll be back… when I can breathe again.
          	
          	Thank you for listening.
          	
          	Thank you for staying.
          	
          	— Moon ࣪ ִֶָ☾.