I Didn’t Lose My Voice

I stopped writing for awhile after Substack deactivated my blog account after months of hard work, and for no real reason, might I add.

I won’t lie, that one stung. And instead of rebuilding right away, I redirected that energy into a relationship… 🙄

But here’s the thing: I didn’t lose my voice. I just paused it.

And now I’m back…

Almost a year later, I've built something new. Something that’s mine. A space where I can write, evolve, and share without worrying about it being taken away or filtered through someone else’s platform.

In that time, my journaling became sparse. I found myself abandoning the routines, habits, and parts of myself I had just started discovering. Without even realizing it, I slowly slipped back into old patterns and old versions of myself.

But honestly, maybe that detour was necessary.

I truly believe that part of being human is getting lost sometimes; to learn, to experience, to love. So I guess I took a break to do just that.

And over this past year, I've learned a lot, and naturally, I want to share what I've learned with you.

Some of these lessons were hard to sit with. Some of them challenged everything I thought I knew about love… and one of them changed the way I see relationships entirely.

So this is the beginning of a new series. A series about the lessons, realizations, and uncomfortable truths I’ve encountered over the past year while trying to find my way back to myself.

I’m still learning.
Still unlearning.
Still figuring things out in real time.

But I’m writing again.

And that feels like a start.