Well I did it, I made a really hard, independent decision to move out of my family home and away from my love of 27 years, to get some uninterrupted me time. My ADHD has gotten the better of me and my past life and traumas have gotten me to a place where I do not look forward to waking up. EVER. So I’m doing an experiment and documenting it as I go. I hope to soon be thriving in my next chapter but mostly I want to meet “myself” again.
Follow along for the good bad and ugly.
Is it a midlife crisis or a midlife take back?