Where I’m going from here!

 ​At 60 years old, I’m finding myself looking back—far back—before the life I built in the United States, before the routines and responsibilities, and long before the shock of a divorce after almost 40 years of marriage. I’m returning to the memories that shaped me: the good ones that gave me hope, and the painful ones that I’ve carried without ever truly healing.

I don’t know exactly where I’m heading from here. Life feels different now—quieter in some ways, louder in others. But I do know this: writing feels like the only way forward. Putting these memories down on paper might finally give me a kind of closure I never received as a child, a chance to understand myself, and maybe even forgive some of the things I endured.

This is my beginning—again.