ABOUT MALANA

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On March 18th, 2022, three weeks shy of my 34th birthday, I found myself living alone for the first time in my life in a barely-furnished apartment, without a car or a stable income, newly estranged from family, and now separated from my husband with an inevitable divorce on the horizon.

I call this chapter of my life Rock Bottom.

Leading up to my divorce, I’d spent over a year making really GOOD decisions for myself– eating cleaner and taking care of my body, healing from a history of abuse that ran all throughout my family and the ways that had manifested in my life – a 10-year weed addiction, a chronic pain disorder, and so much more. I’d even moved to a new state and had plans to start a new career. Life was on the up and up!

However, there was one final piece that needed to go, and that was my marriage.

I'd realized it was on thin ice a year prior to Rock Bottom after my rose-colored glasses started to slip, and I started to see the signs that things were never quite right:

The Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde behavior, the history of bullying and intimidation, the disinterest and lack of emotion I experienced from him unless he wanted something, the exhaustion I felt from his mood swings, how charming and "helpful" he appeared to others, yet how empty and lonely things felt behind closed doors… to name a few.

(I didn't yet know that my marriage closely mirrored the parenting I grew up with, though I would learn this in time.)

BUT I chose to give things another chance. The thought of having a loving relationship and starting a family drew me back in.

And for a little while, he did make palpable, positive change in his life.

I had high hopes.

Though it didn't last - his attempt was never sincere - and the hope I was hanging onto began to fray.

Not feeling ready to let go and accept reality, I once again found myself putting my needs last, making excuses, and making poor decisions, as his mental and emotional abuse escalated to new levels, as did my need to cling and control the outcome.

Still healing and still vulnerable from a year of major life changes, I put too much trust in a man who wasn’t safe to have my back when what I really needed to do was have my own.

Until finally, there were no moves left to make, and it was time to make THE choice:

Him? Or Me?

I chose myself. One of the best decisions I’d ever made.

Deciding was easy, when I knew there was absolutely nothing left.

Healing was not.

During that time, my emotions ranged from excitement at the possibilities ahead to excruciating grief that would bring me to my knees.

It was a lot, and even without children in the picture, I experienced post-separation abuse.