The world was supposed to bow to me. 

But ever since you showed up, you turned mine upside down. So now, we need to talk.

I should've begun this letter like every letter does by saying, “Dear Commitment Issues,” but you aren’t so dear to me anymore.

I want to say, “It’s not you, it’s me,” but let’s not sugarcoat it, it’s definitely you.

You let me taste success, feel the breeze of progress, then seductively, you'd tell me, “But what if we stop here?” And because I was weak for you, I listened.

Can you remember what you made me lose on Instagram? 100k impressions every week. I made friends and was building a whole village. Yet just when Consistency was starting to check me out, you pulled me aside with the, “This isn’t really you” talk. “Let’s go.” And I followed.

Then I found Twitter. He was friendlier. 20k impressions just for sharing my thoughts was a big deal. There was growth, there was momentum. But you got jealous, nudging me, “Let's get away from here.”  And so we did.  

Because of you, I changed my niche, changed my direction, abandoned one path for another. Not because I didn’t love what I was doing. But because you made me question if they were even worth loving.

But now, this is goodbye. To your games, your grip, your drama. I wasn't made to be unfinished, I wasn't born without a purpose.

For the world was supposed to bow to me. And maybe it still will. But this time, I'm staying to find out.

So, enjoy your next victim. I sure won't be her.

Yours never again,

Essy!