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All Along

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Calmly confused,
I came here asking
the same questions.

They led me to a room
and told me to believe
what I could not see.

I asked,
When will I see?
When will I know?
When will the stories mean something?

Then I left it.
Set it down
like a book
I did not yet know how to read.

Carried on
as if forgetting
was freedom.

But life has a way
of breaking its own disguises.

The messes came.
Losses split open
what certainty could not.

And in the wreckage
I found myself reaching
toward the same invisible place

but only in moments of need:
a whispered bargain,
a quiet plea,
knees to the floor
when the world gave way.

Always to ask,
never to accept.

Then came the great undoing
the one that tore through
everything I had built
my life around.

And in the silence after,
I met a loneliness
so deep
it echoed.

But somewhere inside that echo,
something answered.

Not loudly.
Not enough to prove.
Just enough
to steady me.

I tried to think my way past it.
Tried to outread it,
outreason it,
outgrow it.

But every path
curved back
to the same unseen hand.

There You were.
There You are.

And when I glimpsed
what life would be without You,

I knew..

it was You
all along.

-Heather Dyan Morgan

I didn’t find faith in certainty.
I found it in the moments everything fell apart.
This is what it felt like to question, to leave, to return—
and to realize it had been there all along.

If this resonated with you, I talk more about these moments, the messy, the healing, the becoming.. on my podcast, Wandering the Wild Mess.

Listen here:
wanderingthewildmess.com

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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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