It's Called Growth

For the past year, I've undergone several changes. I started a new career, formed meaningful relationships, and ended many others. However, amidst these changes, I believe I was avoiding some deep-seated demons—memories and feelings I had long kept hidden but always knew were there. I buried them because they made me uncomfortable. They say "being uncomfortable is growth," but I wasn't mentally prepared and kept experiencing breakdowns whenever I tried to confront how these demons have affected me to this day.

We often run away from things in our past, which can initially feel liberating. But more often than not, the things we flee from catch up to us when we least expect it. I took a hiatus from my blog because I needed a break; I even deactivated my social media accounts. I didn't want to write just for the sake of it and produce shallow pieces that meant nothing to me. I want my work to be meaningful. I want to share my truth—not to air my dirty laundry, but to be authentic about mental health and the enduring journey of its ups and downs.

Recently, I've begun to understand my past better and analyze why I act and react the way I do. I'm learning to give myself grace and not be too hard on myself. I gave myself the time to step away from writing, collect my thoughts, and now I'm ready to return. I've grown.