Will I keep writing?

I’m not sure.

For so long, writing was my 3 a.m. companion - the thing that kept the quiet hours from swallowing me whole. It was my saving grace, the thread I clung to when insomnia had its tightest grip. But lately… my sleep has softened. Not perfect, but better. And with it, the urgent need to pour my thoughts onto a glowing screen in the middle of the night has begun to fade.

And yet, here I am - writing this at exactly 3:00 a.m. - a reminder that maybe my sleepless nights aren’t gone, just less frequent. What was once the norm is now the exception.

So will I stop completely? I don’t think so. But you may see my words a little less often, like rare stars scattered across a quieter sky.

To those of you who have read my blogs - thank you. Truly. Your time, your support, your quiet encouragement has meant more than I could ever put into words. You gave life to an outlet that helped me survive the long, restless nights.

Until the next 3 a.m. awakening… good night.