Divorce wasn’t the end of my story; it was the beginning of a chapter I never knew I needed. In the beginning, it felt like my world had crumbled. Everything I had planned, dreamed of, and built seemed to vanish in an instant. I spent so much time grieving what was lost that I didn’t realize what I was gaining—a chance to finally focus on myself.

For years, I had put everyone else first—my partner, my family, the life we built together. Somewhere along the way, I let my own dreams gather dust. I ignored the quiet voice inside that whispered, “What about you?” When the divorce happened, that voice became louder, and I started to listen.

I began to see the blank page in front of me not as something to fear but as an opportunity. Slowly, I started reconnecting with the woman I used to be—the one who dreamed of traveling, learning new skills, and creating a life full of purpose. I signed up for classes I’d always wanted to take, started traveling to places I’d only imagined, and even dared to dream of passions I thought were long gone.

This chapter is about me—embracing who I am, flaws and all. I’m learning to love myself in ways I never did before and to chase the dreams I thought I’d lost. Divorce wasn’t an ending; it was a rebirth. And for the first time in a long time, I feel like the author of my own story.