There were days I felt invisible. Not as a wife, not as a woman. Just… alone. If you know that feeling, I want to share what helped me survive the emptiness and start healing from the inside out.
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There were days I felt invisible. Not as a wife, not as a woman. Just… alone. If you know that feeling, I want to share what helped me survive the emptiness and start healing from the inside out.
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Some nights, I just cried in the shower so my kids wouldn’t hear me. I felt like I didn’t matter—like I was just someone who cooked and cleaned and existed. Not a woman. Not someone desirable. What helped? I started doing little things for me. I went for walks. I joined a book club. I bought lingerie—not for him, but for me, to remember I’m still a woman. It didn’t fix everything, but it helped me stop waiting for someone else to love me—and start loving myself again.