After The Fog

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…

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…

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.…

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…