For nearly twenty years, I clung to a love shaped more by pride and pain than peace. This is the story of how I finally let go not just of a person, but of my own silence. It’s about healing, humbling, glitter, grandmas, and the power of loving out loud. 💫

Expression isn’t always pretty. It’s messy, emotional, raw, and beautifully unpredictable. It’s not about being understood sometimes, it’s just about setting something free. 🕊️ And in that release, even if no one gets it… I do. And that’s enough.