At the age of 28, I quit my high-paying job as an architectural designer to start a B&B business. He said: "If we get divorced, whoever makes the money will get it." So I worked hard to make money, just to keep this family and my dignity.
At 30, I was struggling in the ruins of my marriage. During confinement, I stayed up late to run a B&B while taking care of my baby. And he named our son after his ex-girlfriend and even planned to be buried with her after his death.
At that moment, I completely understood: I was just a passerby in their story.
So, I got divorced, ran away, put on a backpack, and embarked on a journey where no one was waiting for me. From Chiang Mai in Thailand to the Red Sea in Egypt, from chasing lions in the African grasslands to getting drunk on the streets of Mexico, I wandered, healed, and re-recognized myself.
This is not a "just go" trip, but a journey of a woman's rebirth on her own after losing everything.
There is no halo, no savior, just a heart determined to live.
She is not a legend, she just lived what many people wanted to be.
