My name is Camila. I’m 70 years old. And for the first time, I’m learning to simply be just me.
For decades, my life ran on schedules. Everyone needed something from me. Until one day, they didn’t.
The kids grew up. My husband passed away. And the silence grew loud.
At first, I feared the quiet. But slowly, it became peace.
Now I sip coffee by the window with no rush. I talk to my plants. I dance alone in the kitchen. And you know what?
I like my own company.
Loneliness is missing someone else. Peace is finally meeting yourself.
