Tag: Moving On
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Healing after an abusive relationship isn’t about acceptance or insight. It’s about remembering who you were before, reclaiming the parts of yourself they tried to erase, and living outward again—not for them, not to spite them, but in spite of…
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Healing didn’t arrive with a breakthrough — it appeared in small, ordinary moments. A clearer mind. A lighter day. A laugh that didn’t feel forced. I wasn’t becoming a new person; I was rediscovering the one I’d lost along the…
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I stopped responding, not out of anger, but out of understanding. Every interaction pulled me back into the same confusion, the same pain, the same version of myself I no longer recognised. Setting boundaries wasn’t about shutting her out —…
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The days after the break-up weren’t calm or reflective. They were chaotic. My emotions pulled me in every direction at once, and nothing matched up — what I felt, what I knew, and what I wanted all existed in separate…
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The end didn’t arrive slowly or gently. It wasn’t one of those break-ups you can feel coming. It hit like a shift in the ground beneath my feet — sudden, disorientating, and impossible to make sense of. I didn’t know…
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Looking back over my old posts, I’m struck by how much ground I’ve covered without noticing. The heartbreak, the confusion, the anger — and somewhere in the middle of all that, the slow return of my own voice. I used…
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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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The divorce papers arrived, and even though I knew they would, it still knocked me. I thought I’d feel relief, but instead it’s bittersweet. Whatever her feelings were, mine were real — and that makes this the end of not…
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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 after a breakup isn’t about pointing fingers. It’s about honesty—looking inward at your own flaws, while recognising the patterns you can’t change in others. Only when you accept both can you truly grow and avoid repeating the same mistakes.
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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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In the early stages of a breakup, it’s easy to focus only on the love, the laughs, and the memories you’re losing. What you don’t see is the bad—the manipulation, the confusion, the ways a partner can subtly turn you…
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Sometimes, it takes hearing your own words through someone else’s struggle to finally see things clearly. A conversation with a colleague reminded me that breakups don’t always have to be toxic — but when a narcissist is involved, they rarely…
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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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There’s a funny thing that happens when you tell your side of a story — especially when it doesn’t paint someone in the best light. People who once claimed to stand for truth, fairness, or loyalty suddenly become very selective…
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