OK, So Your Life Collapsed. Here’s Why That’s a Good Thing.
You got fired? Good.
You put on weight? Good.
You broke up with him? Even better.
It’s wild, isn’t it? The way life sometimes feels like it’s falling apart. When really, it’s just rearranging itself.
We live in a world that romanticises having it together. The dream body. The perfect job. The boyfriend who texts good morning. But what if the breakdown isn’t the end? It’s the beginning?
Because here’s the secret no one tells you: collapse clears the space for what’s meant for you.
The Breakup: Heartbreak or Homecoming?

You didn’t lose him. You found you. The quiet mornings, the long baths, the sudden realisation that you no longer have to dim your light to make someone else comfortable.
A breakup is just the universe’s way of saying, “We’ve upgraded your standards. Please hold while your new life loads.”
You don’t need closure. You need a comeback.
The Weight Gain: A Soft Rebellion

So your jeans don’t fit anymore. Guess what? Neither does the version of you who was starving herself for validation.
Your body isn’t the enemy, it’s the messenger. She’s been whispering: “Slow down, love. I’m tired.”
You’re not falling apart. You’re expanding emotionally, spiritually, sensually. This is your body learning softness after years of survival mode.
The Job Loss: A Plot Twist, Not a Punishment

You got fired? Good. That job was never your destiny. It was just your training ground.
Sometimes the universe will kick you out of the wrong room so you can finally walk into the right one.
You weren't meant to work harder. You were meant to be happy. The job you lost might just be the push that leads you to the life that actually fits.
The Reframe: From Breakdown to Breakthrough

It’s easy to romanticise success. The glow-ups, the girlboss era, the “look at me now” energy. But real transformation? It’s messy. It’s crying on the floor, eating cereal for dinner, and wondering if you’ve completely ruined your life.
You haven’t. You’ve just hit the part of the story where everything starts to make sense later.
