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Some changes arrive loudly. Most don’t.

In this episode of Dear Myself, I’m taking you through seven things that permanently rewired something in me not highlight-reel moments, but the quiet, sometimes painful turning points that broke me open and rebuilt me differently.

We talk about invisibility and what it costs to keep shrinking. About relationships that held up a mirror to patterns I didn’t know I was carrying. About grief, the kind that doesn’t come with casseroles or clear timelines. About the day I stopped waiting for someone to give me permission to begin. About what I found in silence when I finally stopped running from it. About the ordinary evening I realized, in my body, not just my head “I am enough”. And about the truth I keep returning to: I am not finished becoming. Neither are you.

This one is long. It’s meant to be. Make yourself something warm, find a comfortable spot, and come sit with me.

A letter to younger me is included. Bring tissues ,just in case.