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I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.

It’s okay if I don’t have time to write. It’s okay if a chapter is delayed. It’s okay if my words come out messy. It’s okay if I need to take a break. It’s okay if I don’t update every week, every month, or even every year.

My value as a writer is not measured by how fast I post. My worth is not defined by kudos, bookmarks, or comments.

I am allowed to be slow. I am allowed to rest. I am allowed to write for joy, not for an algorithm.

I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.

Today a small children turned to their dad and loudly said “Wow dad did you see how hurt that guy was?!”

And their dad was clearly thinking very hard and slowly said “well, he’s not exactly hurt?… more… that’s just how his body is”, as if he was thinking about the relationship between injury and disability for the first time.

you can always delete it later

the reality that destroyed me: