If you have been here for a while, you probably noticed something. I went quiet. My posts slowed down. Then stopped.
My words—something that used to flow from me so naturally—suddenly felt impossible to access. And I know people wondered where I went. Some asked. Some checked in. Some kept reading old posts and waiting.
And I want you to know this: being missed felt like love. ❤️
Because this space was never “just a blog” for or about me. It was a community. A safe place. A little pocket of light on the internet where people showed up honestly and where I got to show up honestly too.
Thus, today I wanted to come back and say this: Hi. I am still here! And I am ready to write again. But I am coming back… in a different way. Thank you for waiting for me.
Life Did Not Just Get Busy — It Got Heavy
I disappeared, because life happened—the kind of life that does not ask permission. Over the past years, I have been carrying more than I ever imagined I could. There were personal health issues that I had to take seriously. There was a flood, the kind that turns your home into chaos and your nervous system into survival mode. My mom and my brother had their own serious health struggles as well. The world, especially the United States, felt unstable (and I felt it deeply). And then, the heaviest truth of all: My beloved dad is dying.
That sentence still does not feel real, even as I type it.
And if I am being honest, I reached a point where I could not perform. I could not pretend. I could not create content on a schedule when my heart was breaking in real time.
I was not taking a break. I was surviving.
I Chose My Health And Family — And I Would Choose Them Again
I want to say something really clearly, especially for anyone who needs to hear this: I do not regret taking that time. I prioritized my health and my family. I learned in the hardest way that when your body and your spirit are screaming for rest, you do not push through—you listen.
I learned that being needed by the people you love is more important than being available online. And I learned that sometimes the most courageous thing you can do is disappear for a while and take care of yourself. And I will always choose that. Every time.
But I Missed You More Than You Know
Even while I was gone, this community stayed in my heart. I missed writing — not just casually, but deeply. Because writing has always been one of the ways I breathe. And I missed you. I missed the comments that felt like hugs. The messages that reminded me there is still good in the world. The way people in this community show up with compassion and honesty.
And there is something else I did not expect: Even in the middle of grief and chaos, I felt a calling to return. Not because everything is suddenly “better.” Not because I am done healing. Not because life is easy again. But because my voice matters here—and maybe… just maybe… my story can help someone else feel less alone?
So What Is Different Now?
This is where I want to be honest. I am returning, but not with the pressure to be perfect. I am not coming back to “hustle.” I am not coming back to pretend I have everything figured out. I am coming back with:
- real life
- real emotions
- a lot of love
- and a deeper understanding of what matters
And I will be posting again—gently, imperfectly, and honestly. There will still be joy here, because joy still exists in my life. But there will also be truth. There will be posts about motherhood, marriage, healing, home, hope — and yes, grief.
Because grief has changed me.
And it has taught me that being human is not about being polished. It is about being real. Thank you again for being here, my heart is in this space, and I am so grateful you are in it with me too.
Welcome back. Grief and trauamtic experiences take all our energy and can drain our brains, leaving us sapped and ynable to even form a coherent thought,much less write one. The first call is to yourself and your family. But then, at some point, writing even short bursts of semi-coherent thoughts feels cathartic and useful, to let people know, yes I am ok and no, I’m not ok at thr same time. Hang in there, you still have much to carry so take care of you. Sending hugs.
What a beautiful message. You have no idea how meaningful it is to me. I know I have a long way to go, so I am living right now day by day, which in a way is really beautiful, because it allows you to be fully present. Thank you for the hugs (boy do I need them!) and I send them back. Thanks for the comment!
I’m super happy you’re back! I enjoy your writing very much!
Wendy, you have NO idea how much that means to me. I hope you are happy, healthy, and blessed.