This is undeniably everything I ever hoped for.
My favorite city in the world, April in Paris, the certainty of being engaged at the perfect moment, and blue skies telling me my day had come.
Yet, within months after returning from a trip of a lifetime, nothing would be further from the truth, and this day in all its glory, would be long-forgotten along with this picture that I never posted.
Maybe I never shared it because in my heart of hearts I knew something wasn’t right—yet I invested eight years of my life trying to force myself into a frame that was never made for me.
Why? And why another failed engagement? That’s what I wanted to find out, once I saw the truth of my own choices, stealing years of peace from my life.
No one ever plans to check themselves into a recovery center. But when you do, the weight of that decision prepares you for the fight of your life.
And in that moment, here’s what I knew for sure—I was never going to allow anyone else to define my worth. Ever.
On May 3rd, I began sharing my story. (Scroll below.)
A romance that peaked at the top of the Eiffel Tower… and months later, led me to a recovery center in the middle of Kentucky—for codependency (also known as love addiction).
That’s where the unraveling began.
Chapter 1 of Chasing the Carat is now live. (See My Story tab)
In the meantime—have you ever tried to make something work, even when deep down you knew it wasn’t right?