Logging Off (For Now)

When I started this Substack a few months ago, I had no real plan…just an INFJ brain that processes life like an abstract art piece and not enough friends or loved ones in my day-to-day where I was able to fully explain myself, be heard, and more importantly—feel understood in a way I'd lacked my entire life.

Writing has helped. A lot. I've always enjoyed writing but had never viewed it through the lens of therapy. And putting it out there…to that massive audience of 19 subscribers…felt grounding in a weird, slightly vulnerable, slightly liberating way. So, thank you for that.

But lately… something’s shifted.

Substack, like most things that start out beautifully earnest, has started feeling more like just another social media platform. There are quiet nudges to monetize. Algorithmic whispers to write a certain way. Subtle pressure to package yourself. And a deluge of AI-generated content that lacks the depth I find valuable. I’ve had a few well-meaning comments suggesting I “optimize” or “maybe steer away from the cynical, existential content”…and I get it—but I didn’t come here to market myself. The more I feel those pressures creep in, the less it feels like mine.

Though I'll likely return at some point, I’m stepping away from this space for a bit. I’ll still be writing, because that’s how I process…how I stay sane. But I’m ditching the app for a while, until it feels like it’s serving me in the ways I need.

If you've read even one piece, thank you. If you've reached out or resonated or shared your own weird brain in return, I appreciate the hell out of you.

**I'll send out my final article regarding my increased disillusionment with the Psychedelic space, as well**