Rock Bottom is a New Beginning

The story of how I lost myself, faced the truth, and began again.

I’ve spent years trying to understand how my life took the turns it did. When I look back now, it’s not just one decision or one moment that led me here. It’s a lifetime of small cracks that finally gave way.

There was a time when I thought I had everything under control. I was married, holding down a steady job, raising my kids, and doing what I thought a good person was supposed to do. But behind that image was a kind of quiet chaos; unspoken pressure, old wounds I’d never really faced, and the feeling that no matter how hard I tried, I was always coming up short.

The day everything fell apart, it didn’t come as a shock so much as a slow realization: this is what happens when you’ve been running on empty for too long.

Losing my job, getting charged, facing the world’s judgment …it was the hardest and most humiliating chapter of my life. But it was also the one that forced me to stop pretending.  

This blog isn’t about reliving the past just for the sake of it. It’s about finally telling the truth. The truth about what it was like growing up, the patterns I couldn’t see until much later, and how those old stories shaped the choices I made. My hope is that by writing this, I can make peace with the person I was, and maybe help someone else who feels like they’re too far gone to start over.  

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that rock bottom isn’t the end.

It’s just the point where you finally stop digging.

In the next few posts, I want to go back to where it all started. To the small moments that built the foundation for everything that came later. The family dynamics that shaped how I saw myself, the need to hold everything together, and the quiet loneliness that followed me even when I was surrounded by people.

I’ll share the good and the bad, the mistakes and the lessons, and the parts of my story that I’ve avoided for years. Not because I’m proud of them, but because I’ve learned that healing only happens when you stop hiding from the truth.

This is me, finally taking ownership of my story.

This is my story.

Every broken, beautiful piece of it.