Over the past several months, I’ve been largely absent and inactive. I felt it was important to take a moment to explain why.
About five months ago, my mother passed away.
I won’t try to dramatize it or turn this into something poetic. Loss like that doesn’t really fit into clean narratives. It’s disruptive in a way that reaches into every part of your life — your focus, your energy, your sense of direction, even your identity.
For a while, continuing as usual simply wasn’t possible.
Grief isn’t just about missing someone. It’s also about adjusting to a reality where a part of your world — and a part of yourself — no longer exists in the same way. That process takes time, whether you want it to or not.
I chose to step back, to deal with things privately, and to give myself the space to process everything without forcing productivity or presence.
I’m starting to come back now — slowly, and with a different perspective than before.
I appreciate the patience of those who noticed my absence, and I’m grateful to still have a place here to return to.
Thank you for understanding.