I know I’ve been gone for over a year; honestly, I’ve almost lost track of how long it’s been. This might be the most honest I’ve ever been on this site. No colorful and sparkly dividers, no word tags—just me, whether someone gets to read this or not.
I don’t know if my friends are still active or if any of you still remember me, but I want you to know that I miss you all—and I miss this space. I’ve been carrying guilt for stepping away without saying anything, especially to those I connected with here. But every time I try to come back, I find myself falling into the same patterns.
I stepped away because I realized I was using Tumblr, and writing, as an escape from the emotional reality I need to face in order to grow. There’s a kind of distraction that heals, and then there’s the kind that keeps you from moving forward. For me, it slowly became the latter.
Writing the stories and pieces I’ve shared here once brought me so much comfort. It meant a lot to know that my words gave you the same warmth I was searching for. But over time, something shifted. I began wanting the stories I wrote to become my reality. And writing started to hurt, because it reminded me of what I felt I didn’t have. Without realizing it, I had been using writing to live out dreams I had quietly convinced myself were out of reach.
Letting go has always been difficult for me. And this isn’t just about Tumblr, it’s about writing itself. Writing has been such a huge part of who I am. I love it deeply.
But my heart longs for something that writing alone cannot fulfill. And as much as it's painful to admit, I find myself offering—almost sacrificing—this part of me in the hope of reaching that dream.
I never thought the day would come when I couldn’t bring myself to write anymore. It feels like losing a part of myself, like something in me has gone quiet. I feel almost… disabled in a way I don’t fully understand.
I’m holding on to the hope that I’ll return—not just to this space, but to writing itself—not to fill what I think is missing in my life, but because I’m living from a place of fulfillment and inspiration.
Being here on Tumblr has been one of the most meaningful chapters of my life, and I’ll always carry it with me. I hope there comes a time when I can speak about this part of my journey more openly. I’ve learned so much from all of you, and I’ve grown into more of myself because of this community—for giving me the space to be seen, heard, and appreciated just as I am. Every story I’ve written holds a part of me I once kept hidden, and I will always be grateful for how you embraced those pieces of me.
I don’t know if this is a goodbye or just a pause. I hope it’s the latter—even if I only return in small ways. I’d love to stay connected, but for now, I need to focus on myself.
I love writing. I have been in love with writing. But I also want to live, to love, in reality and not just in fiction.
Dreaming is easy, but truly believing with no assurance to hold on to, only hope, is terrifying. And yet, no matter how frightening it feels, I still hope… I still want to believe… that we can find the courage to have faith in ourselves, and in the possibility that our dreams can come true.
Maybe they’re not impossible. Maybe they just need more time, and a little more courage to keep going.