There came a period when everything started shifting at once.

At work, I found myself in a difficult situation.

In my relationship, things weren’t right.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Something no longer felt aligned.

I wanted out.
To close that chapter.
To leave everything behind.

So I left for the retreat in Spain.

At first, simply to create space.

To let go.

To make decisions.

To say goodbye.

But something else happened there.

I met someone
who touched me deeply.

It happened quickly.
Very quickly.

Maybe even too quickly.

I felt so much.
Perhaps too much.

As if everything opened up all at once.
As if there was no way to slow it down.

What started as something beautiful
became an intense current
that carried me along.

With everything I was already carrying.

Baggage.
Pain.
Stories that had never truly been healed.

It wasn’t a gentle beginning.

It was a storm.

And somewhere in that storm,
I lost myself.

But maybe that was exactly what needed to happen.

To find something again… within myself.