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Found in Nash

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Crossed the state line, didn’t know what was coming,
Entered a new life, all of a sudden.
Not knowing a soul, but my soul longed to live,
Couldn’t find a backroad with my lost sense of self.
Fake ‘put together,’ like you always do,
Heart will whisper the way, nothing left to prove.

It’s new and it’s shiny, as I lay alone in an Airbnb bed.
Who am I anymore? Winner of holding back tears.
Everything you worked for, lost in a blink,
No one to talk to, tequila bottle by the sink.
Smothered in the thought of life, drowning in future fear,
Blind faith kept the lights off, it’s dark in here.

Stumbling through the days, can’t seem to open my eyes,
Covering the truth, that I haven’t got it right.
Late nights lead to daylight, nothing feels like myself.
Head pounds to the rhythm of, “This can’t be it.”
Reflecting to find answers, when will it make sense?
Battling with, “Did I leave everything I knew for this?”

What am I doing? Why are my bad choices so loud?
Pouring a glass of wine won’t turn them down.
This person I don’t know, keeping my nights later than before,
Looking for something not found at Red Door.
I’m searching for calmness but moving towards mess,
Holding on to the hurt, longing to stay on the fence.

Let go of what once was, let’s do that once more,
It’s time to heal wounds that crippled your core.
No longer so lost, two years to be found,
Smiling for real in this life I am proud.
The chaos and confusion led me to this.
Life takes you through lessons that, if you blink, you miss.

It’s all a mirror, and I’m happy to see,
I found myself in Nashville, and it brought me to me.

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● 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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