One Last Blog

Hey!

It’s been a while.

I wanted to come back to let you know that I’m okay — better than okay, actually. Life is freakin’ amazing right now.

So, why did I step away from the computer? Let’s start at the beginning of this journey.

I was hurt.

I felt alone.

And I knew jumping into another relationship wasn’t the solution.

I was done repeating the same cycle of low self-esteem and crying myself to sleep over the next guy.

At first, I posted messages of hope — little bursts of light between heartbreaks — but no matter what I wrote, the comments would always come:

“Don’t worry, you’ll meet someone!”

Okay, but… I’m talking about a recipe I just tried, lady.

So, I took a break — hoping people would forget about my singleness and focus on my words. I did this more than once. Each time, I came back armed with a content plan, a new strategy, and the motivation to finally break free from the paycheck-to-paycheck cycle.

And yet, somehow, I was still met with:

“You’re so gorgeous — I don’t understand why a man wouldn’t want you!”

Different platforms, same story. Even when strangers followed me for my writing, I’d get well-meaning DMs saying,

“Don’t be so desperate in your search. Let him come to you.”

They meant well, but I wasn’t looking for advice — I was looking for understanding.

Looking back, I see that all the tweaks, pivots, and reinventions weren’t confusion — they were transformation.

This blog became my mirror, my witness, my paper trail of becoming.

Each version of my brand reflected a new version of my healing.

I brought you with me through every stage — not just the “time heals all” kind, but the deep kind.

The “if you don’t heal what hurt you, you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you” kind.

I started from heartbreak and abandonment.

I moved through rage and revenge.

I hid in my darkness — fixing myself under every Moon, chasing peace through rituals and routines.

And then one day, I stepped into the Sun again.

Lighter. Calmer.

Finally understanding what all the “self-love” talk was really about (though let’s be real — it’s still the worst advice you can give a single woman).

And now… I don’t want to revisit any of it.

Not the hurt. Not the heartbreak. Not the endless searching.

I’m ready to rise above it — not by pretending it never happened, but by honoring that it already served its purpose.

Yes, this blog was supposed to be about travel, language learning, and growth — but at the time, love was the loudest thing in the room. I couldn’t write about anything else until I faced it. I went from “follow along” to “come inside my heart” real quick. And honestly? That’s what healing looks like. Messy. Raw. Real.

But now, I feel done with that chapter.

I’m ready to wrap it up in a bow and step into something new.

Something fresh.

Something for me.

Thank you for being part of my journey — for witnessing it all, from the breakdowns to the breakthroughs.

I hope my words gave you something, even if it’s just the knowing that you are not alone.

Your healing might not look like mine.

It might not move at the pace others expect.

That’s okay.

It’s yours — not theirs.

Just remember: through the mud comes the most radiant bloom.

You will heal for you — and your glow will ripple out in ways you can’t yet imagine.

I see you. I understand you.

And I know — the only way out is through.

Thank you for sticking with me through all of it…

and I hope you’ll stay for what’s next.

Next up: Author Era. Muscle Mommy Era. Magnetic Woman Era.

The one where we don’t just heal — we create.

As always, coffee cheers,

Nadia