When You Thought It Would Last Forever

I didn’t just lose a marriage. I lost a version of myself I’d spent years building.

The wife. The partner. The “together” woman.
And when that was gone — I didn’t know who I was anymore.

Divorce isn’t just paperwork.
It’s betrayal. It’s rage. It’s shame.
It’s waking up in the middle of the night wondering who you are without the life you thought you were building.

It’s the quiet ache when the world moves on — but you’re still standing there, holding the pieces.

Mine was long. It was messy.
I felt erased. Forgotten.
I carried hate longer than I wanted to. I faked peace just to get through.
And deep down… I wondered if I’d ever feel whole again.

But piece by piece — through tears, therapy, stillness, and courage —
I found her.
The woman underneath it all.
Not the role. Not the mask.
Just me.

Raw. Soft. Wiser.

💡 If You’re In It… Or Healing From It

• You’re allowed to feel it all.
  Anger. Relief. Bitterness. Hope.
  Some days, they’ll take turns. Some days, they’ll all sit with you at once.
• You didn’t fail.
  A broken relationship doesn’t mean you are broken.
• Freedom takes time — but it’s coming.
  And when it does, it doesn’t knock.
  It just walks in quietly and reminds you: you’re still here.

Rediscover Your Identity After Everything Falls Apart

🌱 Still Growing
You didn’t ask for the pain.
But you do get to choose the healing.
And that part — the returning, the rebuilding, the reclaiming —
belongs to you.