Hi, how are you?
Before I write, I just want to share something that has been sitting heavy on my chest for a long time. I read somewhere that to some people, the mere existence of a certain person in this world is, in itself, a form of hope. I want to bare my thoughts and be honest: I’m not in a state that I take any pleasure in. Everything feels so heavy — a kind of weight that no amount of word could ever truly capture. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel limited. This season of my life feels like the arrival of autumn — a smooth passage from the lively warmth of summer to winter's quiet calm. A transformation I wasn’t prepared for.
Every one of my heartbeats feels like a distant dream I no longer recognize.
And during times like this, my usual coping mechanism is to deactivate my socials — which I’ve already done. I’ve deactivated my personal accounts and deleted every social app. So, if you happen to message me on my Facebook account (scentofink wp), I won’t be able to respond. I will move like a gentle breeze, and I will hold and honor my truth. I know I’ll move forward eventually, but for now, let me sit with this pain — grieve it, if I must. I want to sit with it, but I don’t want to stay there too long. I’ll continue to write, finish everything, and hopefully publish more stories before the year ends.
There is so much I still want to do, and I won’t let the sadness inside me stop me. I will grieve this pain and let it go — gently. And I will move forward with more softness and kindness than before. If you’re still reading this, thank you — thank you for still being here, for reading my story. I deeply appreciate every read, every comment, every vote. I’ll see you next year. But don’t worry — I’ll keep updating. Until then, stay healthy and safe. Thank you.
