I can’t begin to count how many I’ve questioned why I decided to up and leave everything I knew. Especially, knowing breaking his heart was the collateral damage. Firm believer there are three sides to every story, yours, theirs, and the truth; it’s all about perspective. But as much as I quietly know why I needed to walk away, it doesn’t make it any easier when I know others have stayed together through much worse. He was my best friend and a good man with a well-meaning heart. As much as I have nothing bad to say about him, I also know that he was never meant to be my forever. He deserves someone to “love the hell outta him,” which I told him I wish I could be her, but sadly I’m not. I want nothing more for him to find someone as wild for him as he is for baseball and campfires. And believe me, if I thought it didn’t have to end this way, I wouldn’t have let it. So maybe you’re thinking, why this now, opening up about a life you left, why be sad, it was your choice? As much as all of that is true, my choice left me alone for the first time in so many years, which was such a difficult change. I wouldn’t take it back, but I am learning life all over again, this time without someone by my side. Part of me wants to go back to who I was before him and the other part of me can barley remember who she was. Life is such a wild ride, we really don’t know where the path we are on may lead. We can only control how much we choose to enjoy it and make the best of it. So as much as I love to sit and listen to sad country songs and relate, I know that my life isn’t over, it’s just beginning and whatever is in store is going to be better than I could ever have imagined.
● About Me
I’m Heather Dyan Morgan, a writer, speaker, and podcast host who left behind everything I knew to start over from scratch.
Literally the definition of wandering the wild mess.
Born and raised in Utah (yes, I grew up Mormon), I walked away from the only life I had ever known—including a good man who simply wasn’t meant for me, and moved to Tennessee with no friends, no family, and no place to call home. I had spent over a decade climbing the corporate ladder, and one day I simply told my boss: “I’m moving. Keep me or don’t.”
A little wild? Maybe. But I’ve always felt like a caged bird waiting to be free.
And once I finally jumped, there was no turning back.
Those early months, bouncing between Airbnbs, navigating heartbreak, identity shifts, and deep solitude, were more than a leap. They were a rebirth.
And somehow, they became the beginning of everything.
Now I share my journey through my podcast (Wandering the Wild Mess), I’m working on an aligned project of digital healing guides, and continue to pour into the written word—because storytelling has always been my way of making sense of the chaos and helping others feel less alone in theirs.
I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and asking deep questions since I could form a sentence. I’m endlessly curious about the human experience—how we think, feel, and move through this world. I believe we don’t fail; we just evolve.
I’m here to remind you that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. You’re allowed to grow, grieve, start over, and still be wildly worthy of love and joy.
I enjoy deep conversations, acoustic music, mountain views, and campfire moments that make you feel something. And I believe that if you’re reading this, you’re here for a reason.
Thanks for being part of my wild mess. Let’s wander it together.
And in case no one told you today—you matter
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