Letter to me who’s starting over.
💌I have been away for a few days and I have spent time reflecting. I want a life where I wake up and don’t feel anxious. A life where I don’t dread work while I’m on holiday — or crash into depression when I come home from peace. I want to live somewhere that doesn’t feel haunted. Somewhere I don’t have to dodge old ghosts in supermarkets or worry about who I’ll bump into. I want ducks in my garden. A dog at my feet. A few goats to make me laugh. I want a house in the countryside — not isolated, just tucked away from the noise. Close enough to town for a coffee and fresh bread, far enough to breathe. I want to feel financially secure. I’m not asking for luxury, just for ease. I want to stop mourning friendships that left me feeling small, and start building connections where I can show up messy, real, and loved. I want to feel strong in my body again. I want to lose weight not just to be smaller, but to feel light, confident, and alive. I want mornings without dread. Nights without guilt. Holidays without anxiety. And mostly, I want a life that doesn’t feel like I’m surviving it — but one I actually want to be awake for