The Fog is Lifting

I’m depleted.
It’s the full moon.
Shark week has begun.

I’m at a point in life where I’m stretched so thin, I could snap at the slightest inconvenience. Like the other day, when I wrote about the wall not standing a chance—I meant it.

Lately, I’ve been so passive about so many things in my life:
Saying okay when I meant no.
Saying no and then folding under pressure.

I’m searching for something within myself—something I know I can’t find in anyone else.

My marriage started like puppy love, but eventually turned into a horror movie I didn’t realize I was starring in until it was too late. Somehow, I found the light again—but this time, I built a wall to protect myself. My boundaries were shaky at first, but they’re slowly becoming solid.

As I continue setting boundaries with myself, my family, my work, my kids, and everyone around me, I see things more clearly. I see who truly loves me and wants to be in my life—and who only wants access to me without caring what I’m going through.

Day by day, those shaky boundaries are becoming firm.
The more I lean into solitude, the more I can see.
The clearer it all becomes, as the fog fades away.