This week felt like standing in the aftermath of everything I thought I knew, holding the pieces and wondering if I'm strong enough to build something better.
My relationship finally reached its breaking point. Not with drama or shouting, but with quiet clarity that scared me more than any argument ever could. I found my voice and held my ground, and that alone tells me how much I've changed.
💔 Watching my child break down over a missing school tie, I realized it wasn't about the tie at all. It was about their world shifting beneath their feet. I walked them home, let them cry, held space for their confusion without trying to fix it. In that moment, I was the parent I needed when I was small and scared.
When my other child asked why daddy won't come out of his room, I chose honesty over protection. I showed them that sadness isn't shameful, that change doesn't have to mean chaos. That we can cry and still carry on.
🧠 My partner mentions therapy now. It's progress, but I've stopped building castles from potential. I've drawn boundaries - real ones this time. Love without respect isn't love at all.
The depression creeps in like fog. Some mornings I don't want to be anyone - not a mother, not a partner, not a business owner. I dream of somewhere softer, somewhere my children can breathe easier.
📦 But GGT keeps beating like my heart. Through tears and exhaustion, I pack your orders because this work is mine. It's proof that I can create something beautiful even when everything else feels broken.
I'm learning to see how small I've made myself. How often my voice gets spoken over, my choices decided for me. But now I see it, and seeing it changes everything.
To anyone else in the rubble:
You don't have to rebuild what broke you. You get to build something entirely new. Something that fits the person you're becoming, not the person you used to be.
One choice at a time. One breath at a time.
— Tara x
www.guineagourmettreats.co.uk
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