Dear readers,
For years, writing has been my safe place. It has always been where I could pour my heart into words whenever I couldn't say them out loud.
Every chapter I wrote carried a piece of me, and every comment, every message, and every person who chose to read my stories became a part of this journey.
Today, however, I find myself in a place where words no longer come as easily as they once did.
A few days ago, I lost my dad.
Since then, I've been trying to make sense of a world that suddenly feels unfamiliar. I've sat in front of my screen countless times, wanting to write, wanting to continue the stories most of you love, but I simply can't. The words are there somewhere—I just can't seem to reach them yet.
As a writer, I've always believed that stories are born from emotions. Right now, my heart is carrying a kind of grief that I still don't know how to translate into words. I'm learning how to live with a loss I never imagined I'd have to face this soon.
Because of this, I have decided to take a hiatus.
This isn't because I've fallen out of love with writing. If anything, I miss it deeply. I miss my characters. I miss sharing their stories with all of you. But I also know that I owe both myself and my stories the honesty of writing only when my heart is ready again.
I don't know how long this break will be. I only know that, at this moment, I need to allow myself to grieve, to be a daughter who misses her father before I can be a writer again.
Thank you for every message, every prayer, every word of comfort, and for patiently waiting for me. Your kindness has reminded me that stories don't only connect readers and writers—they connect hearts.
I hope you'll still be here when I find my way back.
Until then, please keep my family in your prayers, especially my Papa. I hope that wherever he is now, he's finally at peace.
Thank you for understanding.
Love,
Celestia
