The Day Everything Changed

Some days stay with you forever—not because they were perfect, but because they split your story into a “before” and an “after.” For me, it was the afternoon I stood in my kitchen, coffee gone cold, staring out the window and realizing something had to give.

That moment became the first sentence in the chapter of my healing. Writing it down helped me breathe again. Sharing it here, with you, helps me believe I’m not alone.