It was ten years ago now.
A relationship I had nurtured for my entire life up to that point fell to pieces. I lost a huge, defining part of my identity. I lost what I thought was the defining part of my identity.
I kept going. It was hard. It hurt. It was terrifying. But I did.
And you know what happened? I met one of the best friends I've ever had. Someone who taught me that I was allowed to love myself, that some relationships really were bolstering and not draining. That living with someone else can be fun, and enriching, and not ... exhausting.
I never would have met @thejanestofdoes if I hadn't kept moving.
And now? The past few years have been hard. I've lost so many people. My family is fractured. Fate has not been kind to the people who raised me.
We kept going. It was hard. It hurt. It was terrifying. But we did.
And you know what happened? I started dating the woman of my dreams. I'm a different person than I was, every day that I share with the people who chose me.
I never would have found @kintatsujo if I hadn't kept moving.
This isn't a flex. I'm not bragging.
I'm saying: it's hard. It's scary. It sucks. But keep moving. Keep going. There's something in the future for you, something waiting for you. There are people with a hole in their lives where you fit.
You can find it. You can find your space.
You can find your people.
I did.












