Hi all!
I want to start by saying that I'm sorry if I've gotten anyone's hopes up for this story. If you were over on facebook or in my facebook group, then you know it's been rough for me. Between my personal life and my beta's and pre-reader's personal lives, writing has been a hobby that could not happen. There's been pet deaths, human deaths, cancer, new life, covid and aftermath, depression, stress, anxiety, new meds, med changes, and other craziness; that's all just in my life (no one in my blood family currently has cancer, thankfully, however more than one person in my life was re/diagnosed or lost their battle in 2022 alone). And that's just maybe half of what life has been thrown since publishing this. No, it hasn't been all bad, but…yeah.
If you've read this story, then you know Internal Terror is a dark story mentally. It was difficult to write in the first place, having to go to a darkness I didn't have daily struggles with at the time and was able to pull myself out of them in a couple hours or so. However, now that I have experienced it on a daily basis for 4 months (probably longer) and now finally on a medication that is helping me stay above water, I do not wish to revisit the places I went. Therefore, this story is on hiatus indefinitely.
I have not decided if I will remove this story all together or if I will just leave it. But I will leave you with this:
In the real world, happy endings are not guaranteed. That is why I write my stories where there is one. There may not have been a happy ending for everyone in this story, but Bella will have one. I will leave it at that and let you determine her path there.
With all love,
Hazel K
PS: if you know anyone, or you yourself, that is displaying depressive behaviors, PLEASE LET THEM KNOW YOU ARE THERE AND THEY MATTER. You know them and if they are anything like me, they may not realize they're suffering until a comment is made by them and it's brought to attention. There is absolutely nothing wrong with talking to someone or taking a medication to help your hormones balance out or help you handle/cope with things better. The hardest part is actually putting one foot in front of the other or picking up the phone and calling your doctor. But I can tell you that once you do…the rest is easier. You Are Loved! 3