I’ve been reflecting on what this past year – almost a full year – has given me. A year since I made the decision, or rather, since I began to act on it.
The decision itself came earlier, but I took the first real steps in February.
Today, I can see that my perspective has changed completely.
From now on, we’re in this together. Today, I met Simply Me.She wrapped her arms around me, and in that
This blog was born from a pause — from the moment my body would no longer allow me to pretend that everything was all right. If you feel this is a space for you, make yourself at home. I will share my transformation with you, and should you wish to tell me about yours, I will be glad to listen.
I am leaving a relationship with someone who is deeply closed off and functions in a very particular way — one that, for a long time, caused me pain and confusion.
It was not a relationship filled with arguments, betrayal, or drama.
From the outside, it looked… normal. Stable.
On Friday, I published the first post on my blog.
It was not even public yet, and by Saturday, I was already being tormented by demons.
First came unease. Some kind of fear. Anxiety.
In searching for myself, I began returning to old photographs.
And to my surprise, I discovered that I did not remember many of them — even though my daughters and I had looked through them together many times.
