With the house finally silent, I’ve found a moment to update you on the practical steps I'm taking toward my freedom—paying off debts, locating my birth certificate, and preparing for the new job. But in the quiet, I’m also confronting the heavier stuff. I’m unpacking my therapist's "two ships" analogy, my fear of abandonment, and why I still believe in the "Olivia Paradox." This is a confession of what I really want: both the mundane laundry days and the world-changing adventures. Above all, it’s a thank you—for giving me a future worth fighting for.

With the house finally silent, I’ve found a moment to update you on the practical steps I'm taking toward my freedom—paying off debts, locating my birth certificate, and preparing for the new job. But in the quiet, I’m also confronting the heavier stuff. I’m unpacking my therapist's "two ships" analogy, my fear of abandonment, and why I still believe in the "Olivia Paradox." This is a confession of what I really want: both the mundane laundry days and the world-changing adventures. Above all, it’s a thank you—for giving me a future worth fighting for.

With the house finally silent, I’ve found a moment to update you on the practical steps I'm taking toward my freedom—paying off debts, locating my birth certificate, and preparing for the new job. But in the quiet, I’m also confronting the heavier stuff. I’m unpacking my therapist's "two ships" analogy, my fear of abandonment, and why I still believe in the "Olivia Paradox." This is a confession of what I really want: both the mundane laundry days and the world-changing adventures. Above all, it’s a thank you—for giving me a future worth fighting for.