THE CHAPTER I HAD TO CLOSE: A PAINFUL REDIRECTION
Letting go of something I love to fully pursue art is scary and heartbreaking...but this is something I have to do for myself. Lately, I’ve been having mental breakdowns more often than I’d like to admit. The pressure, the mental clutter, the constant noise kept piling up until some days, all I could do was lie in bed and rot. Stress and anxiety didn’t just stay in my head...they started affecting my health, triggering my GERD more often and forcing me to slow down. I think I finally understand why I’ve been feeling more depressed. Deep down, I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t accept that this part of my life was slowly ending. It felt like a quiet breakup...like a relationship fading even while I was still holding on. That inner tug-of-war drained me more than I realized, and it began to show in both my mental and physical health. No one really knew, except my husband. On the outside, I’m still the goofy girl who loves to joke around and be funny. Accepting that something didn’t...
