I thought healing would sound like freedom. Instead, it sounded like silence. No more fighting to be understood. No more shrinking. No more carrying what was never mine to hold. Just silence. And in that silence, I found her. Not the wife. Not the woman trying to save everyone. Not the version of me built from survival. Just me. This piece was born from my divorce, but it is not a eulogy for what ended. It’s a love letter to the woman who remained. And to the woman who is still becoming.
I thought healing would sound like freedom. Instead, it sounded like silence. No more fighting to be understood. No more shrinking. No more carrying what was never mine to hold. Just silence. And in that silence, I found her. Not the wife. Not the woman trying to save everyone. Not the version of me built from survival. Just me. This piece was born from my divorce, but it is not a eulogy for what ended. It’s a love letter to the woman who remained. And to the woman who is still becoming.