11/07/2025
I ALWAYS KNEW...💕
I always knew I would have the most amazing life.
It didn’t make sense at the time. Not as a little girl, a teenager or a young adult. Not when I sat in classrooms struggling to keep up, staring out the window while the other kids answered questions I didn’t even understand. Not when teachers gave up on me or when I started to believe maybe I wasn’t smart, maybe I wasn’t anything.
But somewhere, deep down—underneath the fear, the confusion, and the silence—I knew there was more waiting for me. I could feel it like a pulse in my chest: one day, this will all be behind you.
I grew up carrying those invisible wounds. And for a long time, I didn’t realize how heavy they were. So when I found someone who said he loved me—who said all the right things at first—I thought maybe that was the beginning of the “amazing” I had always believed in..It wasn’t.
What started as love turned slowly into something else—something much darker. I lost myself slowly, quietly. I forgot how to breathe without permission.
But that little voice—that stubborn, resilient whisper that had carried me through childhood—it never left. It was faint some days, almost gone. But it was still there. Still whispering:
You were made for more than this.
And one day… a week before my 18th birthday, whilst sitting in a jail cell, I believed it enough to leave.
Even though I was scared. Even though I didn’t know what came next. I left.
The road after that wasn’t easy. Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Trust doesn’t come back overnight. But I kept walking. I rebuilt myself—piece by piece, scar by scar. I started to believe in that little voice again, and slowly, I began to believe in myself.
And then—when I wasn’t looking for it, when I had finally stopped needing to be saved—I found love. Real love. Safe love. The kind that doesn’t raise its voice to be heard. The kind that sees every broken part of you and doesn’t flinch. The kind that stays.
Today, I’m happily married to the man who proved me right: that I would have an amazing life. We have Three wanderlust children—bright, beautiful, loud little souls who don’t have to grow up in fear. They get to be Worldschooled and feel Safe.