I miss writing.

So much has happened during the past few months.

I broke up with a girlfriend whom I dated for 3 years. I received an immigration visa to the UK. I quit my startup job, found two more, and quit them all. I stopped writing — even though I thought I’d never been able to — and got depressed. Then I started wondering why it’s so difficult for me to stick to one project at a time. Then I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and that shed some light on my life. (It’s good to know that you’re not just an idiot.)

Then I stopped publishing on this platform because I felt like I had nothing much to say. I said everything I wanted to say during 12 months — from October 2019 until October 2020 — and I didn’t feel like repeating myself for the sake of claps. I felt like I was burned out. I was in a very dark place, and I didn’t want to spread darkness with my texts. I always want to spread light, and I was waiting until I become calmer, kinder to myself, less anxious and depressed, and then start writing. Of course, I was hiding from the fact that I actually had something to say. My story — like yours — is always worth spreading.

It’s easy to write from a good place. It’s easy to give away advice on how to live when you have $1M in the bank and a nice house in sunny California. It’s harder to share your honest story that you feel stuck, feel that you suck, that nothing works out, that you’re lost, depressed, have 0 motivation, and don’t feel like getting up in the morning. Because sharing these things means facing the truth and accepting the…