23/11/2025
Today I feel a mix of sadness and relief.
I’m sad that I’ve lost people I once knew through diving – people I thought would be around for a long time, part of my underwater world and my story. It hurts to realise some connections don’t last, and that the ocean memories we share don’t automatically make someone good for my life on land. There’s grief in that, and I’m letting myself feel it.
One person in particular turned out to be poisonous to my peace. What I once brushed off as “just how they are” I can now see clearly as manipulative, draining and unhealthy. They took up too much space in my head and heart, and I paid for that with my energy. Walking away hasn’t been easy, but it’s been necessary.
Underneath the sadness, there’s a quiet pride. I’ve evolved into a better person – someone with clearer boundaries, more self-respect and a sharper sense of who I want in my circle. I’m not perfect, but I’m more awake. I choose people who lift me, not people who poison the well.
I honour what those old connections gave me, but I don’t need to drag them into my future. I’m allowed to grow. I’m allowed to move on. And I’m genuinely happy that I’ve done the hard work to become someone stronger, kinder to myself, and more aligned with the life I actually want.
