A New Horizon


Hello, dear friends. It’s Meghann here. On this Saturday afternoon of August 09, 2025, my heart is stirred by a deep yearning that’s been growing within me—a desire for intimacy with inner peace, inner growth, simplicity, contentment, and happiness. I’ve reached a point where I dream of leaving behind the familiar, settling in a place where nobody knows my name, and embarking on new adventures in unexplored corners—sailing the deepest secrets of the oceans, meeting new faces, and learning fresh perspectives. I long to be intensely connected with the trees, oceans, and mountains, to fall deeply in love with the scents of rain, sea, and river, and to detach from the crowd, rooting my soul in something authentic while following my own path, no matter how the world tries to pull me back. This post is a warm reflection on that longing and my resolve to break a cycle of dysfunction, inspired by the life I’m building for myself and my four incredible kids.

I crave a change, a break from everything that has held me back—years of being the scapegoat for others’ behaviors, the emotional scars from past relationships filled with gaslighting, and the exile from family who labeled me “unstable” to avoid their own accountability. I want to unleash my soul, to experience and appreciate life by giving life—by truly living it—and to finally find that home within. This dream aligns with a firm boundary I’ve set in my house: there’s no “but that’s just how they are” here. If it’s evil, it’s evil. If it’s hurtful, it’s hurtful. I refuse to teach my kids to excuse bad behavior just because it comes from someone they share a last name with. They will grow up knowing the difference between love and control, respect and fear, loyalty and enabling.

My children deserve to feel safe, not exhausted, and to understand that peace isn’t real if it comes at the cost of their mental health. Blood doesn’t grant anyone a free pass to treat them badly, and I will never let them believe they have to shrink themselves just to “keep the peace.” This cycle of mistaking dysfunction for love ends with me. The “I love you more” game my mother started with the kids, and teaching Charlea our family recipes, are steps toward that inner home, where love is unconditional and authentic.

This yearning to explore and detach is my soul’s call to heal and grow, to trade the weight of blame for the freedom of new horizons. It’s not just about leaving physically but about shedding the chains of others’ expectations. I dream of a life where my kids and I can breathe freely, where their future is rooted in safety and self-worth, not the dysfunction I’ve known. 

With new horizons,

Meghann

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