There’s a unique kind of vulnerability in peeling back the layers of your life. For me, it felt like removing the protective skin of a rotting onion. The deeper I went, the more I unearthed wounds and shadows I’d buried. The process wasn’t pretty. It stung like acid on an open wound. It left me exposed and raw, searching for answers in a world that suddenly felt so big and empty.
Traveling without a home and without a rooted sense of self, I’ve felt untethered. The road has been both my sanctuary and my mirror, reflecting every part of me that still aches to heal. As I search for my final destination, I realize that home is not something I need to find. It’s something I need to rebuild—brick by brick, layer by layer—within myself.
This journey has been one of unbecoming. It’s been a process of tearing down the expectations, labels, and roles that once defined me. In their place, I’m discovering a raw, unpolished version of myself. It’s uncomfortable and often painful, but it’s also honest. It’s real.
From the bottom, I stand laid bare. There’s nothing left to hide, and in that emptiness, I feel the stirrings of hope. I’m ready to create a new foundation, one built not on fear, but on love, light, and self-acceptance.
If you find yourself at your own bottom—crying, searching, wondering if you’ll ever feel whole again—know that this is where transformation begins. Sometimes, we have to lose everything to find what truly matters.
May peace, light, and love guide your path. Always.
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