This is a space for the cycle-breakers, the emotional translators, the girls who grew up too fast.
This is where we unpack the weight, rewrite the roles, and reclaim what was always ours.
You don’t have to earn your rest.
You don’t need permission to begin again.
You’re not alone anymore.
Welcome to part two of a five part series for eldest daughters who’ve made (or are considering making) the difficult decision to go no-contact with a family member. This week, I talk about the unexpected grief, along with the bone-deep relief, I experienced when I went no-contact with my dad.
This month, I’m sharing a five-part series for eldest daughters who’ve made (or are considering making) the difficult decision to go no-contact with a family member. Part one begins with my own story: why I chose to take a time-out from my dad and go no-contact. I also discuss the fears associated with my decision, and the steps I took to go no-contact.
Today, in part three of this five part series, I talk about what came after going no contact with my dad — the quiet, often overlooked part of the journey: learning how to care for myself once the dust settled.