Why I Went Quiet for a Bit

I’m so sorry for being such a bad blogger, guys. I don’t mean to disappear all of a sudden, but I do owe it to myself to take a breather. 

Honestly, the last couple of days have been a little… rough. After spending a day with my boyfriend last Saturday (which was so much fun—I promise to talk about it soon), he was craving a nice me-time session. On Sunday after lunch, he kindly asked for it.

Logically, his request was completely normal. I like to recharge by having a nice me-time session too. But that Sunday, I wasn’t entirely myself. His request was kind and gentle, yet something in me instantly broke.

I didn’t understand why at the time—all I knew was that I didn’t want to be alone. The thought of spending the rest of my Sunday in bed felt heavy, but I also didn’t want to make my boyfriend feel suffocated by my sudden clinginess.

So I said yes.

But when I was finally alone at home, I completely broke down.

Much later, after dissecting what had been happening, I realized that I had just experienced high-functioning burnout. After weeks of blogging, reading, crocheting, and brainstorming content ideas for my “one post per day” TikTok movement—on top of my 8-to-5 job and some overtime, because that’s my actual serious job—my mind finally collapsed. I was stuck in a state where I tried to be as productive as possible, and the cycle became unstoppable… until it wasn’t.

Mentally, I wasn’t in the best place either. A few things had been bothering me lately. I found myself in situations where hierarchy-based structures dominated even the most informal events. As someone who values social consistency, it stung more than it probably should have.

So yes, all of it piled onto an already overloaded mind. I kept thinking and thinking, without letting myself rest except when I was asleep. And the repercussions finally caught up with me last Sunday, triggered by an innocent request.

I feel so much better now, thank you so much for asking (and even if you didn’t, I still want to thank you for reading this post). But more importantly, I’ve learned that consistency should be spent wisely, and productivity needs to come with balance.

It’s a valuable lesson that’s been keeping me grounded lately. Everything is enough already. I do what I love not because I need to—but because I want to.

If you like this post, you might also enjoy January Thought: On Protecting the Joy of Writing and The Year I Stopped Asking “What Will They Think?”.