How to Disappear

Before I delve into my sudden month-long hiatus, I would like to express my gratitude to my readers for their support. When I started Substack, I needed an outlet to express myself and had no one in my life to turn to. I have been welcomed beyond my wildest dreams into a community of talented writers, and I cannot thank you enough (you know who you are!)

In early January, an extremely toxic person came back into my life. Stuck in a cycle of self-worth issues, I let them back in, expecting (more so praying, leading to the powers above) for a different result. This caused me to go into a severe depressive episode, to the point I had to switch to online school. I felt so defeated, not only because of my mental health struggles but also because this person had won once again. They had their cards of manipulation tucked meticulously behind their hand, while mine were a sloppy mess on the table. They seemed to have no repercussions for their actions while it took my mom begging me to wake up to even get through breakfast.

I wish I had some clever, wonderful, eloquent advice to give anyone reading this. That I had mastered finding your self-worth and how to deal with depression and to stop letting in that asshole from your teenage years to keep hurting you. But the truth is, I don’t. I just have the experience under my belt. Just remember always to treat people with kindness, because you never know the silent battles they face.

This isn’t a well-thought-out piece at all, just an explanation all my readers deserved for my sudden disappearance. I hope you all have an amazing day/night, and thank you for always sticking with me, through thick and thin.