The Woman I Once Was isn’t a story you finish — it’s a mirror you return to.

Written as a series of dated fragments, it follows a woman who begins with tenderness and ends with boundaries: love that enters like a knock, control that closes window after window, betrayal that turns the body into a courtroom, and the slow, brutal beauty of rebuilding the self without asking anyone’s permission.

This is not comfort. It’s clarity.
Not entertainment — a reckoning.

If you’ve ever loved too hard, stayed too long, or shrunk yourself to survive… this book will recognize you before you recognize yourself.