Well, look who’s back. After five and a half years of losing myself in France—part romantic cliché, part emotional demolition site—I’ve finally rescued the real Melly. Yes, there were baguettes and lavender fields. There was also a hefty dose of depression and isolation that at times brought me to my knees. Honestly, I lost my mojo. As a consequence, I ghosted the podcast, the newsletter, and social media without so much as a dramatic farewell post. Just… poof, like the wicked witch of ...
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Well, look who’s back. After five and a half years of losing myself in France—part romantic cliché, part emotional demolition site—I’ve finally rescued the real Melly. Yes, there were baguettes and lavender fields. There was also a hefty dose of depression and isolation that at times brought me to my knees. Honestly, I lost my mojo. As a consequence, I ghosted the podcast, the newsletter, and social media without so much as a dramatic farewell post. Just… poof, like the wicked witch of ...
Well, look who’s back. After five and a half years of losing myself in France—part romantic cliché, part emotional demolition site—I’ve finally rescued the real Melly. Yes, there were baguettes and lavender fields. There was also a hefty dose of depression and isolation that at times brought me to my knees. Honestly, I lost my mojo. As a consequence, I ghosted the podcast, the newsletter, and social media without so much as a dramatic farewell post. Just… poof, like the wicked witch of ...
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Well, look who’s back. After five and a half years of losing myself in France—part romantic cliché, part emotional demolition site—I’ve finally rescued the real Melly. Yes, there were baguettes and lavender fields. There was also a hefty dose of depression and isolation that at times brought me to my knees. Honestly, I lost my mojo. As a consequence, I ghosted the podcast, the newsletter, and social media without so much as a dramatic farewell post. Just… poof, like the wicked witch of ...
