My story of Breaking, Healing, and Loving with My Whole Heart

I used to think divorce meant failure, like I’d wrecked the fairytale I was supposed to protect. But it turns out, walking away wasn’t the end of my story. It was the beginning of me. What helped me heal wasn’t a quick fix, it was space and time. I stopped trying to prove I was okay. I got quiet. I took time for myself. And in that space, I found her again/ME. The REAL ME. Not the version wrapped in someone else’s expectations. And then when I wasn’t looking love found me again. Not the sweeping off my feet kind. The stay kind. The steady unconditional, ” I’ll hold your hand through this” kind. My now husband never asked me to rush. He loved me through the process, every guarded moment every vulnerable crack. That’s when I knew it was real. Today, my marriage feels like a beautiful rainbow after the storm. Not perfect. Not always sunny. But real, Earned, Bright.

Let’ Talk. Your Turn….

I want this space to be more than just my story. I want it to hold yours too.

-Have you gone through heartbreak and found yourself again?

-Do you believe in second chances at love?

-If you could go back and tell your past self one thing during the hardest moment… What would it be?

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