Stability used to be the most important thing to her. She would sacrifice other areas of her life if it meant she didn’t have to deal with change.
She was still doing that. Even after everything. She wasn’t happy in life, but being stable was more important than being happy.
She was gaining strength. She didn’t think change was so bad anymore. She could maybe deal with change. Small changes at a time.
The problem with her current situation was that to be happy she needed big change. The small change wasn’t working. She had to do something drastic. Nothing was bringing her happiness anymore. The small changes she made wouldn’t affect that.
She wanted an entirely new life. She didn’t care about the change anymore. She didn’t care about the stability. Only her happiness.