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As I lay there, alone in my dimly lit bedroom, bathed in the eerie glow of my husband’s cell phone screen. Hot, salty tears streamed down my face, leaving damp trails on the pillow beneath me.  My heart felt like a rock in my chest.   I had always bottled up my feelings, tucking them away in the recesses of my being. But now, as the floodgate of emotion burst open, I realized I could no longer hold them back. It was time to let go and allow myself to feel.

Emotions washed over me like waves crashing on the shore. They cycled through me like a whirlwind – at first, there was a profound feeling of despair, followed by anger, as fierce as a wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path; sadness, as heavy as a rain-soaked cloak, weighing me down; fear, like shadows lurking in the darkest corners of my mind; grief, a deep ache in my chest, mourning the loss of trust and innocence; disappointment, like a sharp blade that pierced my heart; disgust, a visceral reaction to the betrayal before me; shock, leaving me stunned and disoriented.  But amidst the storm, there were also unexpected emotions – a flicker of relief, as if a burden had been lifted; anticipation, as though a new chapter awaited me; excitement, for the unknown possibilities that lay ahead.

Until now, my life had been centred on hustling for success.  I had ticked off all the societal checkboxes.  I had finished University, married, built my career, created a home, and raised two beautiful, independent pre-teens, all while putting my family’s needs above mine.  I had neglected myself, ignoring my intuition and pushing myself to the brink.  My boundaries had been shattered, and I knew this was the final straw.  At that moment of realization, I knew I needed to trust my intuition and not fall for excuses or charm.  This time, I was done allowing his behaviour to dictate my life.

The next day, I signed a lease for an apartment of my very own. I packed up my car with essentials, including my precious children.  Although my daughter chose to stay with my in-laws, my son and I embarked on a new life together.  

 I began to embrace my inner goddess with fervour.  I sought out rituals and routines to nourish my soul and empower me to make choices aligned with my deepest desires.

I learned to say no when I needed to, setting boundaries to protect my energy and well-being.  I also made time for creative pursuits that brought me joy, like writing, crafting, dancing, and spending quality time with friends and family.

Without fully comprehending how I manifested a wonderful man and my dream home. I finally found true happiness and contentment.  This newfound joy was so profound that I felt compelled to share it.  No one should have to endure unhappiness.  The path to happiness is accessible to all, and I yearn to help people find their way to joy and bliss and curate their dream lives.