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Season of the Breakdown

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Here comes the season of the breakdown 

the low of lows

I never thought I’d feel.

And suddenly I see

why it hurts so much more:

this is the first time

I’ve truly been alone.

I can cry my tears, throw my fits,

and no one else is home—

just me and my lost soul,

finally breaking down,

saying I’m so lost.

When there’s someone there

I play pretend.

I don’t show all my heart.

I protect, I people-please,

I hold in all the tears,

and focus on the positive—

like I’ve done for all my years.

But now that I’m alone,

with no one to see me cry,

I can’t help but do it

almost every night.

I’m a happy soul, it’s true,

but I’ve never really felt

everything that’s let me down.

I’m lost, but I tell myself

everything’s going to be all right.

I know it truly well,

but this darkness still resists the light.

Lonely enough to share myself

with no one but these walls—

maybe it’s the release I needed

to finally move through it all.

Now that I’m not distracted,

the weight has finally hit.

Heartbreak comes in waves,

and now I’m starting all anew.

This is the first time I’ve allowed

every feeling to come through—

every heartbreak, every ache, every pain,

every disappointment I buried inside,

like an ocean wave

washing away the old me.

There’s nowhere left to hide.

You weren’t stronger before—

you were just playing fake.

So here you are,

looking at yourself

and all the emotions you’ve suppressed,

knowing if you can get through

this season,

how great it must be, the next.

by Heather Dyan Morgan

#StartingOver #NewLife #WanderingtheWildMess #PoetryfromtheHeart

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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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