The Wellness Orchard

  There was a point in my life when shame overshadowed my experiences, clinging to preconceived stigmas that I believed would define me forever. I envisioned pointed fingers and mocking faces, embodying the very existence I swore as a child I'd never become – an unmarried single mother, a woman scorned. Tears became my daily companion, a torrent I couldn't contain. I resented myself for trusting the man I poured my soul into, who failed to honour the commitment we supposedly shared. Amid betrayal and harsh rejections, I found myself no longer wanted by the man I once idolized. A pivotal shift occurred when I realized my futile attempts to salvage a relationship that he no longer desired were beneath my worth. Tear by tear, page by page, note by note, I redirected my focus from him to me – my values, my core self, and my two children. This transformation wasn't instantaneous; it's an ongoing process. I became aware of codependency, narcissism, and the realization that I ...