Let me be real with you…
Reclaiming your identity after divorce isn’t some sparkly Pinterest montage with fairy lights and flute music. It’s messy. It’s emotional. It’s wondering who the hell you even are when you’re not playing wife, mom, provider, fixer, or peacekeeper.
In this week’s blog, I open the door on my still-in-progress journey of figuring it all out.
From cross-stitching in survival mode to chasing Amway dreams I didn’t believe I was worthy of, this is the raw truth behind what it looks like to slowly — and imperfectly — reclaim yourself.
Because the truth is?
You don’t need to have it all figured out.
You just need a flashlight, some survival snacks, water (of course), and a little faith.
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