The Notebook
Pages torn straight from mine. No edit, no polish — just what I write to myself on the hard days, in my own hand.
On Rock Bottom
Rock bottom became the foundation. I just couldn’t see it while I was lying in the rubble.
On Being Alone
Nobody is coming to save you. That used to terrify me. Now it’s the most freeing thing I know.
On Forgiveness
I forgave him not because he earned it — because I was done carrying it for both of us.
On Small Wins
Some days, rebuilding just means making the bed and not climbing back into it.
On Becoming
The man I’m becoming wouldn’t recognize the man who fell apart. Good. That’s the whole point.