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I endured a year of homelessness. 

I was stretched beyond what I thought I could carry, needing to be strong for both my daughter and myself. I had to show resilience through multiple relocations, a lack of support, and exposure to traumatic experiences.

I was removed from everything familiar, my area, my friends, my job. Hope felt lost. I was stripped bare.

Life felt unbearably heavy, as though jail or death were the only options left on the table.

Yet I knew I had to ensure my daughter made it through this journey safely, with growth and a healthy outlook for her future. Quitting was never an option.

I had to change my perspective. I reframed our situation and chose to carry ourselves as if we were on a holiday. We explored new areas, dined in different places, experienced new cultures and accommodations. We moved forward with strength and integrity, finding joy in nature, solace in fresh air, and presence in our surroundings.

Somewhere along this journey, a shift took place within me.

I realised I had broken generational cycles. I healed parts of myself I had struggled with my entire life. And I finally found the home I had always dreamed of, but never believed I would see.

I came home to myself.

I found peace, love, and joy.

Home isn’t always a place.

It’s an authentic sense of self.

Peace of mind.

Peace in your soul.