Anonymous 33

Good morning,

After my divorce, I didn’t even know who I was anymore... it’s like I’d been living someone else’s life for so long, I forgot how to just be me. I’d spent years putting her needs first, thinking that’s what love was suppose to be. But when it ended, I realized how much of myself I’d let fade away.

Moving into my own apartment felt like a fresh start but also so lonely at first. Those first few nights were tough, just me and the quiet and the memories. But I started thinking about all the things I’d put off because they didn’t fit into our life together. So I made a list of stuff I’d always wanted to do — nothing big at first, just little things like trying new recipes, or going to a pottery class. And slowly, I started trying them.

Some days I still feel scared, like I’m not sure what comes next. But then there are moments where I feel this tiny spark of excitement, like maybe I’m finally free to be the me I was meant to be. I didn’t think I’d ever feel that again… like I have my own future that’s just mine. And even if it’s messy or uncertain, it feels real. And that’s something I’m learning to hold onto.