Welcome to A Home Within โœจ

Built from broken. Growing on purpose.

๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒธ

Not starting over โ€” starting true.

๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

This is what it looks like to choose yourself.

๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชž๐Ÿฆ‹

Who Am I – The question that sparked my transformation journey. I am, that I am. I am many things. ๐ŸŒŠ

Hi there, Iโ€™m Casandra.

โ€ข Iโ€™m a writer of truths, even the messy ones. โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a runner โ€” not from things, but through them. ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ†

โ€ข Iโ€™m a dog mom to two wild souls who saved me as much as I saved them. ๐Ÿพ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a healer in training โ€” for myself first, and maybe others someday. ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿ™

โ€ข Iโ€™m a soul-led woman learning to listen more to her gut than her guilt. ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a recovering people-pleaser turned boundary-builder. ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿซถ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a believer in growth, grace, grit, and green smoothies. ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฅฌ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a nature junkie who believes answers live in the wind and the trees. ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒณ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a gym rat with a soft heart and a strong deadlift. ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’—

โ€ข Iโ€™m a student of life, spirit, grief, and grant writing. ๐Ÿ“šโœจ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a creator โ€” of meals, of moments, of meaning. ๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐ŸŽจ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a hopeful romantic who loves hard and heals harder. ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿฆ‹

โ€ข Iโ€™m a seeker of peace, purpose, and perfectly baked sourdough. โ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿž๐ŸŒธ

โ€ข Iโ€™m a woman whoโ€™s been broken open and is now blooming, on purpose. ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒŸ

Iโ€™m one who left behind the noise to rebuild a life that feels like mine. After years in healthcare, heartbreak, and holding it all together for everyone else, I hit a breaking point โ€” and decided to start over.

I deleted social media, changed my number, and moved to a new stateโ€ฆ alone. I chose me for the first time in my life. This blog is part healing journal, part soul project โ€” a space where I share my journey through grief, growth, self-discovery, and everything in between. No filters, no fluff โ€” just real stories, honest reflections, and the messy beauty of becoming.

It all started with a question: โ€œWho am I?โ€ Back then, I was disconnected, exhausted, and unsure. Now, Iโ€™m learning that who I am isnโ€™t something I have to chase โ€” itโ€™s something I return to. Piece by piece, Iโ€™m coming home to myself. And maybe, through these words, you will too.

If youโ€™re walking through your own chapter of change, healing, or awakening โ€” youโ€™re not alone. Welcome to the safe space, a home within.

โ€œAnd the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.โ€ โ€” Anaรฏs Nin

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