The Day of Liberation

The Day of Liberation: What Breaks, What Holds, and Why It Still MattersIf you’ve been here a while, you know that every week, I share a VoiceOver on this feed that is a narration from Stable Roots, my weekly blog where I write about horses, resilience, and the life I’ve built from both.This week’s piece is about March 4th, a date I celebrate as my Day of Liberation. Fifteen years ago, I was left in an apartment in Istanbul with nothing but a choice. I could wait for someone to save me or move forward on my own. I didn’t know then that I was stepping into the life I was meant to build, or that the road I fought against WAS my road.It’s about what breaks, what holds, and what the horses have taught me over the years. It’s about Matilda, the draft mare who tore down a stall door to tell me something I wasn’t ready to hear. It’s about the farm and the way every person and horse who has come through it has shaped me, and what the farm is, today.And it’s about Christopher. After years of bracing against love, convinced I was better off alone, I finally understood that true partnership doesn’t ask you to be less. It’s about standing beside someone, fully seen, and moving forward together.It feels right to share this during Women’s History Month, a time to honor the ones who came before, the women who fought to carve out their own lives, and the mares who shaped me in an industry that prefers an easier, more pliable gelding.It's about the moment I stopped waiting and trusted what I had built with my own two hands.~ Read the full piece at Stable Roots~ Connect to all ten chapters of: Ten Times I Said No To Love Get full access to Stable Roots at stableroots.substack.com/subscribe