Somewhere in the Healing
December 2023, I quit my very first job. Eight years in one place. I didn’t really know what I was going to do, only that I couldn’t stay.
But the real shift had started earlier.
In January 2021, I ended an 11-year relationship. Just like that, gone. Even though I had known for a long time it should have ended sooner.
And somehow, in that same month, I started something new. Despite everything, it felt right. Still does.
March 2024, I had found another job. But my body kept the score.
May 2025, I burned out.
In September 2025, I went back to work at 50%. Even that felt like too much some days.
February 2026, I applied for another job. I didn’t feel ready. I just knew I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing.
March 2026, I got hired. Again, that mix of relief and fear.
And now, May 2026 marks both an ending and a beginning. A new chapter unfolding.
As I write this in April 2026, my nervous system still feels fragile, still searching for balance.
But somewhere underneath all of that, there’s a quiet kind of hope. Not loud. Not confident. Just… there.
Hope that maybe this time I’m choosing differently. Hope that I’m not just running, but actually moving toward something.
Toward a life that feels more sustainable. Toward understanding myself instead of ignoring myself.
Or maybe simply… a way of coming home to myself.