In 2018, I had a real midlife crisis. Not a quiet questioning but a punch-in-the-face knowing that i could no longer keep this life up. I was camping with my family when something in me finally broke open. My husband and I got into it, and I asked for a divorce. Not because I didn’t love him, and not because my life looked wrong from the outside. I was empty. I had given so much of myself for so long without realizing I hadn’t been taking care of myself at all. I had four children and a husband who loved me and yet i still felt deeply alone. To his credit, my husband didn’t agree or quit the marriage. He waited. He said he would give me time to figure out how to put in words what wasn't working, and a much needed break from all my responsibilities and just be ready to hear me when I was ready to say what i needed. That steadiness mattered more than I knew at the time. What followed wasn’t a spiritual awakening or a tidy healing arc. It was disorienting, humbling, and uncomfortable. I was searching for meaning outside of my family because I hadn’t learned how to live inside myself yet. That period forced me to confront something I hadn’t wanted to see: how much of my identity had been built around giving, accommodating, and disappearing and how little my identity had been around responsibility for my own inner life. This women’s circle grew out of that reckoning. I didn’t want a space where women were fixed, analyzed, or rescued. And I didn’t want a space where we pretended everything was fine. I wanted something truer: a shared space where women do their own inner work, in community, with others who witness and hold presence without fixing. This circle exists because I needed it and because I know I’m not the only woman who’s been brought to her knees by a life that looked “good enough” but felt like I was dying on the inside.