Jan 27th

 There was a time when I took a hiatus from writing something that had always been a core part of my identity. I hit a point where everything I wrote felt forced and hollow, like I was just going through the motions. The burnout crept up slowly, fueled by pressure to be constantly productive and creative. So, I stepped away, unsure if I’d ever return to it. The break was uncomfortable at first, like losing a part of myself, but eventually, it gave me space to breathe and rediscover why I started writing in the first place. When I finally came back to it, the words felt more real less like a task and more like a homecoming.