It was the year 2012 when I first embarked on my writing journey, creating this blog of “psychologistmimi.” Back then, I wrote when inspiration struck, fueled by workplace oddities or intriguing news stories. It wasn’t a daily ritual, but my posts were deep, meaningful, and often carried an academic flair.

As time went on, the writing bug bit me harder, and I felt the need to write every single day. For more than three years, I embraced this challenge, and my writing evolved. I ventured into new territories, exploring topics like food, travel, and even poetry. Each day was an opportunity to craft something unique, something that reflected my ever-changing passions and curiosities.

But then, like a plot twist in the story of my life, the script changed. Grief, loss, and sickness entered my narrative, and they hit me hard. They were the villains that stopped me dead in my writing tracks. Suddenly, the daily ritual became a distant memory, replaced by a gaping void of unwritten words.

It’s been a year of acknowledging that life’s challenges can sometimes silence even the most passionate voices.

Here’s the thing.

If this past year has taught me anything, it’s the importance of self-compassion. It’s okay to take breaks. It’s okay to heal and recover. It’s okay to let life’s challenges shape your story. It doesn’t diminish the writer within; it adds depth and character to your narrative.

For anyone else who has experienced a lost year of writing, remember this: The writer within you is resilient. Life’s interruptions are just plot twists, not the end of the story. Embrace your journey, find inspiration in unexpected places, and never stop writing, even when the ink runs dry. Because, ultimately, it’s the act of writing that heals, inspires, and connects us all.

So, here’s to rediscovering the writer within me, one word at a time.