Unbecoming Her

I thought I was working through separate memories. Different moments, different versions of me, different situations that didn’t seem connected. But they don’t feel separate anymore.

It’s the same feeling. Just showing up in different places, with different people, at different times in my life.

And somehow, no matter where I start, it all keeps leading back to the same place.

I don’t have all the answers yet, and I’m not trying to force meaning out of something that’s still unfolding. But I can feel it… this isn’t random.

There’s a pattern. A thread running through all of it.

And for the first time, I’m not avoiding where it leads.