I Was the One I Was Waiting For

<p></p><h4><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What if the love you were searching for... was always your own?</strong></h4><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In this raw and luminous memoir Heather Wild peels back the layers of co-dependency heartbreak single motherhood and spiritual awakening to reveal what happens when a woman stops waiting to be chosen-and chooses herself instead.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Told with stunning vulnerability and poetic insight </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I Was the One I Was Waiting For</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> chronicles Heather's real-life journey through a series of complex relationships-including toxic patterns trauma bonds and the false promises of romantic potential-ultimately leading to the reclamation of her self-worth voice and body.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>From first love to failed marriage soul friendships to seductive illusions Heather invites readers into the sacred and messy middle of healing. With themes of anxious attachment motherhood embodiment grief and personal rebirth this book isn't just a story-it's a mirror.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>For any woman who's felt unseen unheard or unchosen... this is your invitation to remember who you are.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>You were never too much.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>You were never too late.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>You are the one you've been waiting for.</span></p><p></p>