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A Life That Was Mine
Somewhere between motherhood, school, bills and trying to figure out who I was, something happened. I started having a life. My life. Not the life someone had chosen for me. Not the life I was trying to escape. Not even the life I thought I was supposed to have. Just mine. There were friends. Music.…
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Survival Came With Me
Leaving changed my circumstances. It didn’t erase what had happened. I didn’t understand that yet. I thought being safe meant I should feel safe. But those aren’t always the same thing. Sometimes my body reacted before my mind understood why. A change in someone’s voice. A certain look. Conflict. Someone being angry. Feeling trapped. The…
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Proof That I Could
Confidence didn’t arrive all at once. It came in tiny pieces. A good grade. An assignment I thought I couldn’t do. A professor recognizing something in me. Figuring out childcare when I had absolutely no idea how I was going to make everything work. Getting through another semester. Every small accomplishment became evidence. I could…
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Becoming More Than Someone’s Past
I spent a long time defining myself by what had happened to me. Not intentionally. I don’t think I even realized I was doing it. But when you’ve lived through things that change you, they have a way of becoming part of how you introduce yourself to yourself. The girl who survived. The young mother.…
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Rebuilding With Little Hands Holding Mine
There wasn’t a moment when everything suddenly became okay. No clean break between the life I had survived and the life I was trying to build. I didn’t leave the past behind, take some time to find myself, figure out what I wanted, and then begin again. I had a child. Life didn’t stop while…
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Chasing Normal
I wasn’t looking for perfection. I was looking for normal. A normal family. A normal relationship. A normal life. After everything I’d been through, that didn’t feel like too much to ask. So I kept building. Working. Planning. Dreaming. I honestly believed that if I worked hard enough… life would eventually slow down. I didn’t…
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Learning to Breathe Again
Freedom wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It arrived quietly. It looked like grocery shopping without asking permission. Buying something because I liked it. Decorating my own apartment. Choosing what to cook for dinner. Walking through the city with my son and feeling… safe. I didn’t realize how much of myself I had lost until I…
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The Space Between Surviving & Healing
There was a period of my life that I don’t think I understood until much later. I wasn’t okay. But I also wasn’t ready to change. I knew I couldn’t continue the way I had been, but I didn’t yet know what healing would look like. So I stayed suspended somewhere in the middle. Existing.…
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This Space-is where I share my journey.
Welcome to Becoming Her Again – I’m not someone who has it all figured out, but as I rebuild my life, piece by piece, I wanted to share my story. Here, you’ll find: …reminders that you are not alone …honest stories about toxic relationships …the reality of sobriety and starting over …the messy, beautiful process…