The Art of Coming Undone

I used to think unravelling meant failure. That if things fell apart, it was because I did something wrong. I wasn’t smart enough, patient enough, or lovable enough. I looked inwards and berated myself. I was literally my very own enemy.

Now I see it differently (after some good therapy)
Unravelling was the beginning of clarity. It took away the noise, the roles and perceptions I’d clung to, and the expectations I didn’t even realise I was carrying.

This space, Unravelled & Reclaimed, isn’t a highlight reel. It’s the real reel. The one where I navigate through an in-home separation, conflicting emotions as I try to dip my toes into the dating pool, and celebrate small, quiet victories like feeling peace as I lie in bed alone, staring at the beautiful night skyline.

If you're navigating the in-between, if you're rebuilding, if you're learning to say me again - welcome. You’re not alone.

Our lives may unravel, but it is the best opportunity to reclaim bits we had lost along the way.