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At the end of 2014, I left everything I knew to embark on a new life.

I left my old life in a ball of flames, carrying memories and mistakes, questions and doubts. Words fall short in describing what it means to go to sleep one night and wake up the next morning with nothing the same. With everything new.

The sense of looking off a cliff, into the dizzying nothingness of freedom.

I was married, with a house, a job, and a good man as a husband. Over the course of a few months, everything that I took for granted as being my life was turned upside down. The life I had resigned myself to as the bed that I had made for myself, comfortable and empty, changed. I fell in love, and what was my life was no longer my life.

Words fall short to explain what it means to live under a veil of guilt, yet with the knowledge that the life you had was not right. That it was not your life.

I left my husband. With no job prospects and few friends, the start of 2015 marked a new chapter for me, terrifying and sobering. I stand on my own two feet now, looking into the future and looking into the past, looking straight into my heart and into my life.

dances with wolves is my journey to make sense of the past and run in freedom into the future.