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📖Written by: MSY
🗓️Published on: December 31, 2025
🌸 A Journey of Nine Years: Stories, Family, and the Gift of Support
Looking back on nearly nine years of staying connected to the stories I love, I realize that this journey was never a solitary one. Behind every late night, every moment of doubt, and every quiet hour spent immersed in storytelling, there has always been a steady and powerful source of support — my family ❤️.
My husband, my son, and even a former boss at one point all became pillars that allowed me to continue pursuing what mattered to me. What began as a small personal interest during my university years slowly grew into something deeply woven into my life, and it was their encouragement that helped transform it from a fragile passion into a lasting journey 🌱.
💍 Meeting My Husband: A Simple Beginning
My husband is, at heart, a simple and grounded person. We first crossed paths during university. At the time, we weren’t particularly close — he was my senior, and after graduation, life carried us in different directions.
Years later, fate quietly brought us back together ✨. We met again at my workplace. He was my boss’s best friend and often visited the office. What initially felt like coincidence slowly revealed itself to be something more — he was coming because he wanted to see me.
Our first date was simple. We went out for lunch, and that ordinary meal became the beginning of our story 🍽️. Our relationship grew through everyday moments — conversations, laughter, and shared routines. Even then, one thing stood out clearly: his respect for my interests and his willingness to support them 💖.
📚 Walking the Path Together
The stories I loved had already become an important part of my life by then. They were a space where emotion, imagination, and connection came together 🌏📖.
Along the way, my husband naturally became part of this journey. Being Chinese-educated, he often helped me understand deeper meanings, cultural references, or subtle expressions when I felt uncertain. Sometimes it was a small explanation, sometimes just a conversation that helped clarify my thoughts 💡.
Slowly, what started as something personal became something shared 🤝.
We dated for five years, and throughout that time, his encouragement never wavered. When we eventually decided to marry, I knew I wasn’t just choosing a life partner — I was choosing someone who believed in me and what I cared about 💍.
🏡 Marriage, Support, and Everyday Acts of Love
After marriage, his support only deepened. He quietly took on household responsibilities and often encouraged me to use my free time for the things I loved.
It wasn’t about grand gestures. It was about what those actions represented — trust, understanding, and a belief that my interests mattered 💞.
At one point, even my boss recognized this dedication and offered flexibility so I could balance work and personal interests. That chapter eventually came to an end when circumstances forced the company to close — a turning point I reflected on in my article When Passion Meets Reality: My Health, Values, and Life After a Long Chapter Ended .
Even during that difficult period, my husband reminded me that this journey was never about platforms or results — it was about love for the stories and the connections they created 🌟.
👶 Motherhood and Continuing the Dream
When our son was born, life shifted completely. Motherhood brought joy, exhaustion, and a new rhythm to my days 💕.
Many might expect passions to be set aside at that stage, but once again, my husband stepped in. He continued managing daily responsibilities so I could still hold space for the things that mattered to me.
There were moments when I worked quietly while holding my baby — moments that made me realize how deeply fortunate I was 🤍.
As my son grew, he became part of this journey in his own way. Sometimes he would sit beside me, curious about what I was doing 👀📖. Other times, he offered simple encouragement — a hug, a smile, or a playful question 🧸.
Those small moments became some of my most treasured memories.
🙏 Gratitude and Reflection
Nine years is long enough to experience doubt, exhaustion, and moments where passion feels fragile.
Each time uncertainty appeared, my family carried me through it — through quiet support, patience, and understanding 💫.
I am deeply grateful for my husband, whose simplicity hides great strength. I am grateful for my son, who reminds me why stories matter. And I am grateful for every person who supported me along the way ❤️.
🌈 Looking Ahead
As I move forward, I carry these lessons with me. This journey was never just about stories — it was about relationships. About family. About the people who make it possible to keep going 🌉.
For now, I am taking a temporary pause due to my health. I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism 🩺, and while this means stepping back, it doesn’t mean letting go.
I will return when I am ready — stronger, steadier, and grateful for every chapter that came before 💪✨.
Until then, I hold close the family who made this journey possible and whose support gives me the courage to believe in coming back.
💬 Reader Engagement
I’ve shared my nine-year journey and the people who supported me along the way. Now I’d love to hear from you:
- Have you ever had to pause something you loved because of health, family, or life changes?
- Who has been your greatest source of support?
- What helps you believe you’ll return to what you love one day?
Share your thoughts in the comments. This space is meant for encouragement, reflection, and reminding one another that passion doesn’t disappear — it simply waits. 🌸
Written with love and reflection on nine years of stories.
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