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Before You Leave, You Start Planning to Live Again
I thought leaving a marriage started with filing paperwork. I was wrong. For the longest time, I believed people woke up one morning, decided they were done, called an attorney, packed their belongings, and walked away. I know now that’s not how it happens. At least it wasn’t for me. For me, leaving didn’t start…
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I Forgot I Was Someone Too
For as long as I can remember, I have been someone to everyone else. I became a wife while I was still so young that I never really figured out who I was on my own. Then I became a mom while I was still a teenager. Every decision I made after that revolved around…
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Becoming My Own Reason
As I continue this journey of finding myself again, I have realized something that honestly makes me a little sad. I spent years taking care of everyone else while completely neglecting myself. Not for days. Not for weeks. Not even for months. For years. Self-care isn’t just the occasional spa day, although I have started…
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Sometimes Losing Everything Is the Beginning
Just when you think you are finally starting to figure your life out again — figuring out who you are outside of survival mode — life finds a way to knock you back down. Not all the way back to the beginning, but far enough that you feel disoriented for a minute. Hurt. Useless. And…
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Grieving a Life That Isn’t Over Yet
One of the strangest things about all of this is realizing you can grieve something that technically still exists. I still have the house.The marriage.The routines.The conversations about bills and groceries and schedules. From the outside, nothing has really changed. But internally?Everything has. Because once the fog lifts, you start seeing things for what they…
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The Plane Ride
For the first time in years, I did something completely on my own. Yesterday, I wrote about pushing myself outside of my comfort zone.About learning how to do things alone.About trying to rebuild parts of myself that I lost somewhere along the way. And recently, I pushed myself further than I have in a very…
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The Person I Miss Most Is Me
Lately, I’ve realized something that feels both heartbreaking and strangely freeing. The thing I miss most isn’t my marriage. It’s me. And honestly… I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Somewhere over the last twenty years, my identity stopped being about me as a person. It stopped being about what I loved.What excited me.What…
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He Did
I was joking around with one of those internet trends. “The devil couldn’t reach me.” And the response was supposed to be: “He did.” At first, it felt dramatic. Maybe even funny. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how true it actually was. Because sometimes destruction doesn’t look like chaos.…
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Nothing Happened… And Yet Everything Did
There wasn’t one big, dramatic moment that made me realize I needed to leave. No single event I can point to and say, that’s when everything changed. It was the small things. The things that didn’t happen. The missed holidays.The quiet dinners with no real conversation.The absence of deeper connection—the kind that makes you feel…
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The Moment I Realized I Felt Nothing
I stepped outside just as the sun was starting to set. It was one of those quiet moments that almost doesn’t feel real. The kind you don’t plan for. You just happen to be there when it unfolds. The sky slowly shifted from light to dark.Clouds went from white… to orange… to deep red… and…
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After The Fog 