Divorce didn’t break me—it set me free. For years, I lived in a marriage that slowly chipped away at my spirit. I compromised, I sacrificed, and I kept telling myself that love meant enduring even when I was unhappy. But one day, I woke up and realized I had spent too much time trying to fix something that was never meant to be whole.

Walking away wasn’t easy. There were moments of doubt, nights of loneliness, and whispers from people who thought I had given up too soon. But deep down, I knew—I wasn’t leaving a marriage; I was choosing myself. I was choosing peace over constant battles, laughter over silent suffering, and freedom over a life that felt like a cage.

Now, every morning, I wake up with a lightness in my heart that I hadn’t felt in years. My happiness is mine to create, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I travel when I want, I wear what I love, and I fill my days with things that bring me joy. There’s no one to dim my light, no one to tell me who I should be.

I am free. And for the first time in a long time, I am truly, deeply happy.