Recently, I received a couple of messages, from acquaintances and friends alike, commending me for how “alive” and “passionate” I always look on my Instagram Stories. Which is ironic, because for the past year or so, I have not felt that way. I tried my hardest to restart the spark, and there were glimpses of real passion, but mostly, my mind was foggy.

I have been avoiding dealing with a lot of difficult thoughts and emotions. I would not even meditate or write — which had always helped — because, I guess, subconsciously I was afraid of what they would reveal to me.

But I’ve had some free time lately, and after a lot of running away, I started to go back to writing. I am writing about all the life-changing things that have happened since 2020. And, boy, there were a lot. So, who knows how long it will take me to finish writing everything? (If I would even finish…)

In any case, let me start with one story tonight.