10/08/2025
as a creative, I never expected my flame to die — but here we are.
over the past few years, it dimmed slowly… without me even realizing.
grief — through loss, changes, and everything in between — gradually wore down my creative life, my dreams, my goals.
then one day, the last Jenga block of grief was pulled — and every creative bone in me disappeared.
I didn’t fight it. I didn’t rush it.
I’ve been letting it come back naturally.
I’m still not as fully creative as I’d like to be.
but… it’s starting to return. slowly.
💜✨
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