Keeping It Together, But When Together Isn't Good Enough

Some of you who read this know me personally, but most of you are strangers to me.

I love all my readers, and I'm so thankful you take the time to read the words I have thought up. I take great pride in my blog, and one day I would love to make it a living.

I've spent a ton of time because writing things helps me deal and process things, it helps me come to know myself and the world around me. It gives me strength when I need it, and when I look back it shows me how far I've come. I know this post is already starting to sound super selfish, and it most likely will continue that way until I make my point. So forgive me.

There aren't many things I commit to in life. However, when I commit I give it my all. My heart and soul go into it. In many ways this is a very good thing, because I'm passionate about the subject. Yet sometimes, it's a painful and heartbreaking thing to enter into.

For this reason alone, I will be taking a break from my blog, because this is the last thing I want to turn negative.

So while I'm gone, for those who are new, feel free and read old posts, and those who have been followers for a while, stay tuned, I promise to deal with this all as fast as I possibly can.

I will be back.

Till then,

Loves,
Shay!

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