Tag: letting go
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The grief changed long before I noticed it. It stopped dragging me backwards and instead became something I could simply acknowledge — a quiet sadness for what was once real, without any desire to return to it. This was the…
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I thought I needed someone to make me happy. Turns out, I just needed space to be myself again. Being alone isn’t a setback — it’s a reset. And for the first time in a long time, I’m actually okay…
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Some days, I sit here, waiting for the phone to ring, rehearsing the conversation I’ll never have. I don’t need her to call. I don’t want her to. And yet, going through those imagined words reminds me that I’m over…
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Turning off my ex’s social media was the best decision I’ve made. From panic attacks to peace, here’s how I found healing and embraced my independence again.
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Healing isn’t a straight line. Some days I function, but only in body. Some days the thoughts creep back in. This is an honest account of the last three days—acknowledging the struggle, owning what’s mine, and refusing to carry someone…
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Healing isn’t a straight line. Some days still spiral, but with each one, the sting softens a little. Today reminded me that even when I slip, I can step back, reset, and keep moving forward.
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A reflection on divorce delays, manipulation, and reclaiming peace by refusing to stay trapped in someone else’s need for control.
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When a narcissist calls you a narcissist, it’s projection—an attempt to rewrite history and keep you trapped in their narrative. The urge to defend yourself is strong, but the truth is they don’t care, and nothing you say will ever…
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Some days I can laugh at the narrative being spread about me, other days it stings. But with resilience, distance, and a focus on my own growth, I’m finding freedom. Work wins, good friends, and real laughter are helping me…
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I got some great news yesterday — it seems my ex has finally put the wheels in motion for the divorce, and the caravan has now been listed. Honestly, I can’t put into words how good it feels to know…
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A personal statement about truth, lived experience, and why speaking honestly about pain matters even when others would rather look away.
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I’m at a point now where I both love her and hate her. And the part of me that still loves her? I fucking hate that too. Because yeah, she had good qualities. She was amazing at planning things —…
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After three weeks off work to deal with everything going on, I wasn’t sure I was ready to return. My head was still full — looping over everything that had happened. But that final weekend before I returned, something quietly…
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On Wednesday, I had to go to my ex’s house. There were a few final bits to collect, and we needed to swap SIM trays — one of those dull, emotionless jobs that still manages to carry the weight of…
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I want to talk directly to you. I need to explain some things. You’re reading this blog — I don’t know why. But you are, I want you to know something:Despite everything we’ve gone through over the past month, I’m…
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Monday was a tough day. It started with an emotional flashback that hit me unexpectedly, and then, out of nowhere, my ex sent me a message that was full of anger, resentment, and utter nastiness. She opened with the line,…
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I had a moment yesterday. One of those gut-punch moments that comes out of nowhere and just completely knocks the wind out of you. It wasn’t anything big. In fact, it was something tiny — something most people wouldn’t even…
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There’s a distinct difference between dwelling and reflecting — and I’ve realised I’ve moved from the former into the latter. I’m no longer confused, upset, or emotionally tangled in the past. I’ve reached a place where I can move forward…
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I’ve noticed a strange trend — when people can’t control the narrative anymore, they resort to throwing labels around. It’s easier than owning their part in things.
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