Sorry if I'm being weird, you sounded like you were downplaying the huge amount of work you have, which I found a little bit sad, especially since there was a lot of beauty in your words. I hope you're able to find solace elsewhere these days

Best of luck in your future endeavours

Yes I used to be an author but I am not one anymore. Something inside my body is completely rejecting writing. Since I don’t write anymore, how can I be considered a writer?

I do understand where you’re coming from though, and you’re coming from a place of kindness which I appreciate a lot.

There was beauty in my words. I wish I had seen it when I had it. Thank you for supporting me then and even now when there isn’t much left of me and nothing left to say about me.

These days, my life is quite empty. But I just adopted a little grove snail, and I’m currently building him a terrarium. It gives me something to do.

I miss writing them 🤍 thank you for passing by and for your kind words. You are so sweet, thank you for not forgetting me. I hope you are well. Eat all your meals. Just know I appreciate it so so much.

I know this is incredibly cheesy hahah, but your stories have gotten me through some of the hardest years of my life.

Whenever I wanted to escape for a while, I could completely immerse myself in your writing. I could finally let go and allow myself to cry, laugh, and feel whatever I needed to feel through your art.

This might sound selfish, but I hope you never stop writing in your spare time. Even if it’s private, it’s a beautiful gift. The world is better with your stories in it. Thank you for everything, Mari I hope you're having an amazing day. 🩷

Hello dear 🤍 thank you so much for your kind message. It actually moved me to tears when I read it the first time and this time again. I don’t even know what to say. I cannot imagine I ever had any impact on anyone’s life?? Thank you so much for reading my stories and for loving them this much. I’m glad they had a purpose 🤍

It is such an honor ^^

Unfortunately, I don’t write anymore. I just lost the ability to do it and no matter what I try or how hard I try, I can’t do it anymore. I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve lost a large part of my soul and I’m mourning. I don’t know what to do with my life. It’s also incomprehensible because I don’t understand why the fuck I’d just stop being able to do the thing I’ve been doing all my life. All over: shitty experience I don’t wish it upon anyone.

That’s why your kindness and message felt like a warm hug. Even if it’s in the past, I am so grateful that what I did once made you feel so strongly. You are very sweet to have reached out. I appreciate it more than I can say. Thank you SOOO much for this and for reminding me that I had that worth back in the day ^^

Your answer really got me curious what qualifies, in your own opinion, as being a writer ? How can one pretend to be an author ?

you are precious and loved, please take care of yourself mh? ❤️‍🩹

My dear and beloved 🤍 I sit with your messages not knowing what to say. I saw the one you sent on my other blog & I still don’t know how to respond to such kindness & generosity. Thank you SO much for sending love. I want you to know it feels like a warm hug, which I need a lot, all the time. You are a special person.

Thank you for believing in me 🥺🤍

Don’t mind me. You are very sweet though. This doesn’t really have anything to do with other people or with the world… although the state of it is quite depressing. It really is me who lost whatever talent I may have had once. I don’t know what happened, but maybe I was just never destined to write in the first place. I’m still mourning…

But I am glad that what I was able to write made you happy and feel so strongly. It’s memories I hope I can cherish too one day, and it’s people like you who make everything feel a little better ^^ thank you for that. For giving a purpose to what I did ☺️