08/20/2026
One year ago, I got divorced.
And it wasn’t just my marriage that ended.
In what felt like an instant, I lost almost everything that had made my life recognizable.
My wife.
My marriage.
My home.
My cat.
The life I thought I was going to have.
And for a while, I had absolutely no idea what came next.
The stress and overwhelm of losing so much at once was unlike anything I had experienced.
There were days I grieved.
Days I panicked.
Days I questioned everything.
Days I desperately wanted to know how the story was going to end.
And somewhere in all of that losing…
I started returning to myself.
I started listening to what I wanted.
I played.
I traveled.
I moved my body.
I let myself desire again.
I met new people.
I loved.
I cried.
I laughed.
I did things that scared the absolute s**t out of me, like moving to a new country! 😂
And slowly, life started feeling like mine again.
Except this time, I wasn’t returning to the woman I was before everything fell apart.
I was meeting parts of myself I hadn’t known in years.
Maybe ever.
A year ago, I thought I was losing my life.
Looking back now, I can see that so much of what fell away created room for me to come back to myself.
Not because losing it wasn’t painful.
It was.
But because I finally stopped desperately trying to hold onto the life I’d already lost and stepped into the life that had been awaiting me all along.
One year post-divorce.
And somehow…
it’s been the best year of my life. 🩵 Happy Divorceversary to me! I’m grateful she released me. I’m grateful I’ve learned how resilient I am. I’m grateful to the woman I’m becoming. 🙏🏽🥳
There’s a very good chance Instagram will show you this deeply personal story and then we’ll never see each other again. 🙃
Rude.
👉🏽Follow me if you want to stick around for year two. 😉🩵
