From the nights I lived through while crying: Why I am starting a novel on note

Until now, on this note, I have been posting about side hustles, FIRE, and time with my family.
Thankfully, more people have read my work than I ever imagined,

and now, I increasingly hear people say they 'empathized' or 'felt encouraged'.
Now, three months after starting note, I have over 2,600 followers.

But—
there is something I haven't properly touched upon.

The 'period when I couldn't work'
The 'days when I was convinced I was a burden to others'
The 'nights when I would cry for no reason'

The feeling of my heart gradually breaking while 'pretending' to live a normal life as a working adult who seems to have everything together.

Back then, I kept the days when I cried alone so no one would notice locked away in my heart.

Somehow, I grew tired of the feeling that I was posting on note while lying to myself, so I decided to write about that time.

Perhaps it is because I am finally able to face it.

Or perhaps it is because I thought, 'I want this to reach people who are carrying the same feelings.'

Since I started note, I have had more time to look at myself, and indeed, changes are happening.

This is a record of my own life living with bipolar disorder, and the story of one person who was 'acting normal' in society.

I would like to post it little by little as a series of about 15 episodes.

Although the story has already ended, I hope it will gently stand by the side of someone who is still hanging in there somewhere.

If you are,

• carrying vague anxiety or pain,

• unable to shed tears in front of others,

• swallowing down suffering you can't tell anyone about,

please take a look.

▶︎Read Episode 1: 'Have you ever seen an adult crying on a train?'

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