Who I Became When the Old Life Ended
May 04, 2025
Because sometimes the life you thought you wanted has to fall apart so the one meant for you can begin.
I didn’t know I was leaving a version of myself behind.
Not at first.
I thought I was making a decision.
I thought I was navigating a transition.
But what I was really doing—was shedding.
The titles.
The roles.
The home.
The rhythm of a life that once fit so well…
until it didn’t.
Grief is the Beginning, Not the End
There was grief.
Grief for what I had built.
Grief for who I had been.
Grief for the friendships that faded, the life that unraveled, the dreams that didn’t come true.
But that grief wasn’t just about loss.
It was also about space.
Space that used to be filled with certainty.
With schedules and identities and familiar expectations.
And suddenly… there was silence.
In the Silence, I Met Myself
There’s a moment—after the falling apart, but before the rebuilding—where you’re just… suspended.
Not the old you.
Not yet the new one.
Just a woman with a tender heart and a thousand questions.
In that liminal space, I learned to breathe again.
To sit with the discomfort of not knowing.
To listen.
Not for answers, but for truth.
The kind of truth that lives in your bones and doesn’t need to be spoken to be known.
Rebirth Isn’t a Glow-Up—It’s a Reckoning
Becoming isn't always graceful.
It doesn’t come with a step-by-step plan or a polished Instagram story.
It’s messy.
It’s sacred.
It’s sitting in your car crying between errands.
It’s showing up for life when you feel empty.
It’s questioning everything you used to call “success.”
It’s realizing you don’t need to be found—because you were never lost.
You were buried.
Under expectations.
Under roles.
Under a life that outgrew you.
This Is What I Know Now
I am softer and stronger.
More discerning.
More attuned.
Less interested in pretending.
I’ve rebuilt slowly, with intention.
With practices that nourish me.
With support that sees me.
With a life that doesn’t require performance—but presence.
The woman I became on the other side of ending isn’t shinier.
She’s truer.
If You’re in the In-Between
If your old life has crumbled
and the new one hasn’t arrived—
you are not broken.
You are in becoming.
Let this be your reminder:
You don’t need to rush your rise.
You don’t need to rebuild on someone else’s timeline.
And you don’t need to go back to who you were
to move forward.
Maybe this isn’t the end.
Maybe this is your return.
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