When Life Doesn’t Go the Way You Thought It Would

When Life Doesn’t Go the Way You Thought It Would

I used to think I’d grow old with the person I built a life with.
We shared a home, a child, a long history.
But over time, that relationship became a place where I slowly disappeared.
Not all at once — but in tiny pieces.

I stopped trusting myself.
I stopped asking for what I needed.
I quieted my joy to avoid conflict.
And somewhere along the way, I started believing I couldn’t leave — even if I wanted to.

And then… he did.

He left — and it shattered something that had already been breaking for years.
But strangely, it also set something free.

Because in the silence that followed, I began hearing myself again.
I started asking:
Who am I, really?
What kind of life do I want to live?
What kind of love do I deserve?

And little by little, I began rebuilding — not just my life, but myself.
I created beauty where there had been emptiness.
I became the mother I wanted to be.
I made art.
I listened to the wind again.

If you’re somewhere in the in-between — after the breaking, before the healing —
I just want you to know:
You’re not alone.
And you are allowed to begin again.

Softly. Slowly. Fully.