The Mirror Clears
May began with an ending. Not a dramatic ending. Not a collapse. Not a fire. Those had already happened. This was the quieter kind—the moment after the dust settles, when you stand in the empty space and realize there is nothing left to hold onto except yourself. On the second day of the month, I wrote: End of an Era. Building my own new universe. At the time, it felt like a declaration. Looking back, it was also a promise. The month that followed was not about rebuilding. It was about orientation. Learning how to stand inside a life that no longer revolved around old wounds, old roles, old battles, or old stories. For the first time in a very long time, I was not asking what could happen. I was asking: What is true? And that question changed everything…
