Inspired by a dream of watching the past sail away, this is a reflection on closure, growth, and choosing peace — without reopening old doors or old versions of love.

This is what happens when the structure of your life shifts — when old identities fall away, and healing asks you to rebuild with new boundaries, new choices, and a truer version of yourself.

Eight months ago, in the middle of a raw season of my life, I wrote a letter I never planned to share. It was the voice of the woman I used to be — the one who settled, who hoped, who ached. Today, I’m sharing it as a part of my healing and as a reminder to any woman walking through heartbreak that she deserves more than the bare minimum.