No one tells you that clarity can feel isolating.
That when you stop overriding your own knowing, certain conversations lose their energy. Certain relationships grow quiet. Certain dynamics become impossible to participate in without a subtle sense of self-betrayal.
This loneliness isn’t dramatic.
It’s the quiet realization that you can’t go back to who you were… and you’re not yet fully living from what’s new.
You may still care deeply.
You may still love people.
But you stop explaining yourself into comfort.
And that can leave space.
Not empty space, honest space.
This is often where women wonder if something has gone wrong.
It hasn’t.
This is what happens when truth asks to be lived, not just understood.
