Yes, I dance alone in my house.
No, it was not free.
I love the posts—the memes, the GIFs—of people explaining how those of us who live alone are genuinely happy in our homes. Cooking, singing, dancing, minding our business in peace. I’m aligned with it. Fully.
What’s highlighted far less is the sacrifice that made that peace possible.
If I use myself as an example, my move to the Southwest quietly dismantled my Rich Auntie Vibez dreams. Being at every game. Every graduation. Sneaking kids out of school early just to make memories that didn’t need documentation. That’s gone. Poof.
Sacrificed—so I could walk out my healing honestly and on time.
Yes, it’s a blessing to enjoy your own company. To live without being emotionally tethered to people. To understand the difference between healthy connection and self-betrayal disguised as loyalty.
But let’s be clear: healing costs.
It costs relationships that felt good but bore harmful fruit.
Careers motivated by ego or greed instead of worship.
Mindsets that distracted us from purpose instead of propelling us toward it.
It costs promises we made before we knew how to choose ourselves—promises we will never make again.
Some of what we lost was valuable. Some of it was irreplaceable.
And still—had we not had the courage to walk away in search of greater, those memes wouldn’t exist at all.
The peace we now live in.
The kindness that softens us.
The inner guardian that fiercely protects what God is doing within us.
None of that comes without sacrifice.
So laugh with us when we share the memes. Celebrate the joy you see now.
Just don’t forget what it cost to get here.
From inside a life that cost me something—
and gave me peace.
Yours in haute healing,
DreamGirl 🌿✨
