Wim

Yesterday, I heard a song. Je déteste ma vie – Pierre Lapointe Just the title alone… I hate my life. ⸻ And I have to be honest. That’s how it has been feeling lately. Not every second. Not in a dramatic way. But simply… the reality of what I’m going through. ⸻ Surviving. Nothing more. … Read more

About hope, self-doubt, and the moment when reality becomes visible again. Sometimes it doesn’t happen in one big moment. No explosion.No clear break. Sometimes it happens slowly.Almost unnoticed. You start talking again.You try to understand again.And somewhere you hope that what once seemed broken might still be repaired. At the end of last year, I … Read more

Today, everything came together.Not planned, not expected — but everything I had tried to endure these past months suddenly stood right in front of me.I was tired. Still recovering.But I wanted to get out for a bit, so I went along to the market. And there she was.My ex-wife.Surrounded by her friends.Smiling. Working. It looked … Read more

In August 2025, I was still in my van. Somewhere alone in the south of France. Not on vacation. But on the run. From the chaos. From the pain. From the feeling of being completely drained by a situation I no longer had any control over. The plan was simple: to create distance. From her. … Read more

Sometimes, letting go doesn’t happen all at once – it comes in layers. This summer took me through three very distinct phases: learning to be alone, letting go of my ex-partner once and for all, and the painful yet liberating confrontation with my mirror. What started as a period of mere survival became an unexpected … Read more

I have fought. Like a lion. To the bone. And yes, it’s not over yet. The legal and emotional work continues. But still… something inside me whispers: it’s okay. Not because everything is resolved. But because I feel I can breathe again. That I can, finally, let it rest for a moment. For the first time, … Read more

I came here to find peace.But peace doesn’t come when someone is doing everything they can to silence you. Even before I left, I was already fighting.For the right to use the camper — something I am legally entitled to.For clear agreements. For fairness.For some decency. What I got was the opposite.Delays on purpose. Strategic … Read more

Sometimes you don’t leave because you want to.You leave because staying is slowly breaking you. After my last retreat, I thought I’d be leaving with a ready camper, some financial stability, and a clear plan.Everything seemed prepared. Everything under control. But it didn’t go that way. What started as disagreements over space and belongings ended … Read more

The Fall and the Leap (Wednesday June 11 to Friday June 13) Wednesday, June 11 The breaking point didn’t come with a scream. It came with a whisper: I’m giving up everything — my house, my workspace, my business, my life as I knew it — and even then, I wasn’t given the camper. A … Read more

On how choosing yourself can sometimes feel like the harshest punishment There comes a moment when you can no longer stay silent.Not because you want to scream,but because the silence is slowly eroding you from within. Emotional and psychological abuse doesn’t start abruptly.It begins subtly.A comment. A glance. A seed of doubt planted.You start wondering … Read more