My Journey

Well, the time has officially come—I’m going back to school! Grad school, to be exact. And, apparently, I’m also returning to blogging because, surprise surprise, I haven’t posted in months. Life got a little wild, and writing took a backseat. But hey, I’m back, and I have plenty to say.

To be completely real with you all, these past few months have been rough. Like, hit-rock-bottom kind of rough. Emotionally, financially—you name it. There were moments where I wasn’t sure how I was going to dig myself out of the mess I felt buried in. You know that feeling where it’s like, “Okay, life, can we cool it with the plot twists for a minute?” Yeah, that was me. But here’s the thing about rock bottom: there’s only one direction left to go, and that’s up.

So, here I am, slowly but surely climbing out of the hole. I’m doing a balance transfer with my credit cards onto one with a 0% interest rate (because adulthood, right?) and getting my finances back on track. It’s not glamorous, but it’s a step toward stability.

And on the personal growth side, I’m gearing up for grad school! I’ve even enrolled in a Professional Development course for work. Sure, it’s not the same as a graded course, but it’s easing me back into the swing of things—homework, deadlines, that whole drill. I forgot how much I actually enjoy learning when it’s something I’m passionate about. Plus, it’s nice to feel like I’m doing something proactive for my future.

On top of everything else, I’ve been dealing with a health journey that I didn’t see coming. A few months back, I ended up in the hospital with my heart racing at 176 beats per minute. Scary, right? This actually wasn’t the first time it happened—months before that, I had a pulse of 216, and the doctors were just as baffled as I was. They couldn’t find a cause. It wasn’t until this latest episode that they finally figured it out: I have POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome).

I’ve been dealing with episodes like this since middle school, but I just didn’t have a name for it until now. It’s a relief to finally have some answers, but at the same time, it’s a lot to take in. Learning to manage POTS is going to be an ongoing challenge, but at least I know what’s going on with my body now. And hey, knowledge is power, right?

Speaking of challenges, my weight loss journey is still very much a work in progress. Right now, I’m on 15 mg of Zepbound, and I’m around 150 lbs—which is definitely not where I want to be yet. I’ve started using the spin bike, though not nearly as much as I should be, and I’m trying to clean up my diet. The problem? I love carbs, cheese, and desserts way too much! It’s honestly a daily battle to resist, and I’m still figuring out that balance between enjoying my favorite foods and making healthier choices. But hey, it’s a journey, right? One step at a time.

Emotionally, I’ve been hit with something I never expected. The loss of Liam Payne has been devastating. At first, I was surprised that I wasn’t more upset. But then, about 24 hours later, “Night Changes” started playing on TikTok, and that’s when it really hit me—I broke down crying, and I haven’t really stopped since. It’s been days of processing, and honestly, it feels surreal. I always imagined the boys growing old, and if we had to face this, it would be in our 80s, not my late 20s. I feel heartbroken, not only for myself and all the fans, but for his family. I’m trying to take comfort in the outpouring of love from the fan community—we’re all grieving together. Love you, Liam. You’ll be missed forever.

But enough about me! I’ve missed hearing from you all. How have you been? It’s been a minute, right? Comment below and tell me what’s been going on in your world. Have you hit your own version of rock bottom recently? How did you cope? I’d love to hear about it, and maybe we can all share a little bit of advice or just support each other. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the climb back up is a lot easier when you’re not doing it alone.