Why I Stopped Writing, Again

I tend to withdraw when it all becomes too much. A lot has changed since I last wrote you—sometime this summer, I think July or August. I moved, went through a breakup, and my parents announced their divorce. Much of it felt unexpected, yet inevitable, if that makes sense. The past couple of years have been transformative, but also dark.

It’s easy for me to push forward and numb myself to the pain I carry. I pour myself into my work, moving through life on autopilot, until I inevitably crash—and the cycle begins again. This time, however, feels different. I am finding my footing. What was once a jumble of unformed sentences is now becoming a clearer path.