Is love addiction real?
Yes.
I’d never even heard of the term before 2014—until the emotional crash that followed what should have been one of the happiest moments of my life. Just months after saying yes at the top of the Eiffel Tower, I was checking myself into a recovery center for codependency, in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky.
Why? Because this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Ten years earlier, I’d called off a wedding just one week before the ceremony. And now here I was again, backpedaling after another engagement, wondering how I’d ended up in the same place.
And when I realized for the first time that my daughter had now witnessed me chase ‘happily ever after’ twice instead of my own dreams, a fierceness rose up in me that had me vowing to do whatever it took to right this wrong.
The day I got engaged? May 3, 2014.
Why am I telling you this now? Because this morning, before the sun came up, I sat down to journal—and when I wrote out today’s date, my hand stopped writing—and tears welled up instead.
Here I was again. Another year gone, and I still hadn’t shared something I'd finished two years ago—because it wasn’t this, or that, or everything it should be.
This post is my way of honoring this day—and the courage I need to choose my purpose again. To choose the path less traveled. To choose the unknown and the promise of something better. The unseen. The quiet call on my life that keeps telling me: share your story. Not as a writer, because I'm not one, but as someone who loves to write and who loves to share what I've learned.
So, if you’re reading this, thank you for coming this far.
That said, over the next couple weeks, I’m committed to start sharing my story online—which will be twelve snapshots, twelve moments in time, strung together across an eight-year romance that left me so shattered, I had no choice but to face what I'd been running from.
If you’d like to join me, support this work, or simply walk alongside me, I’d be honored. Drop a heart, a ‘yes,’ or an ‘I’m in’ below—and if you’d like to receive each chapter directly in your inbox, DM your email address… and more to come.
It’s time—even if it’s perfectly imperfect.
XOXO