Everything changed in California. We had parked the bus, alongside friends, in the middle of the dusty skies of Blythe CA and for months we’d been fighting and I’d been lying about how happy I was. The truth is, my marriage had been falling apart since the beginning. An email, written on our wedding day to another woman, broke whatever was left.

Within hours, we were over and I had to figure out how to move forward.

I remember standing, naked, under a Full Moon. Now alone. I had discovered the email while he was away on a trip. The friends we had been parked alongside had left for their own new adventures days before. It was me, and my dog, and my bus.

So I screamed. I cried. I raged and wailed under the Moon’s light. And at some point, mid sob, I realized I wasn’t just crying for my current situation but for the part of me that had allowed this to continue for so long. I cried for every woman in my family who had had to figure out how to start again. I cried for every time I had ever cried over him. And then I danced. Because I was fucking free and not everyone woman is so lucky.

It wasn’t easy. I had to hide my location. I had to figure out how to move overseas by myself. (this was a dream I carried and my Angel mother was pulling me to Curacao) I had to spend many many nights alone in the middle of nowhere praying that I didn’t become a headline. But somewhere, deep inside, I knew I was protected and I knew I was heading towards healing. Faith will take you far when there’s not much else.