Hello, my lovely readers.
These past few years, have been going through a lot. At first it was just "work pressure" and had to prioritize the office and had to sideline my hobby... then it came to a point that I entirely stopped writing because I was always tired, always out of breath, body craving rest. Getting basic things done became a task. I soon turned into a workaholic robot. Soon, it became a nightmare. Always priority tasks, always too much work. Always weekends working, overtime with no extra pay. I started losing sleep, been on autopilot for more than a year. My periods got irregular. I gained a lot of weight. I recently found out that all my hormones are messed up now. I realized I need to reach out to the things that used to make me happy. I am a human, not a robot designed to achieve tasks. That includes this, my writing. The little world I created myself. I really hope I'll be able to put more time in self love and loving the world I created, not because it's a task, but because it's what I want to do.
So, here's to hoping I'll be here a lot more and we'll be enjoying the journey these beautiful stories take us on.