New year.
New life.

One I’m still getting used to — but one that needs to be done.

Living on my own.
In my own house.
With my own things.
Halfway there already.

Paying for everything myself.
Building my own life, brick by brick.
Learning what peace feels like when it’s real.

Yes, the court cases still hang overhead.
Yes, they’ve taken time, energy, and patience I didn’t know I had.

But 2026 is the line in the sand.

When the courts are finished.
When I buy my own house.
When no one can threaten me, intimidate me, or force me to leave again.

My rules.
My life.
My way.
My family.

This isn’t rebellion.
It’s reclamation.

— Linda Carol