Three years ago, on Valentine’s Day, I walked into a courthouse and filed the final paperwork for my divorce. Yeah, I did that on purpose. For years, Valentine’s Day, like most “special” days of the year, was just another reminder of stress, tension, and trying (and failing) to meet the expectations of someone who could never be satisfied. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. So, when it was time to make my divorce official, I decided to take the day back. Instead of letting it be a reminder of exhaustion and disappointment, I marked it as Freedom Day, a personal milestone of breaking free from something that had drained me for far too long.