When I was in the midst of my divorce, each moment, of each day, seemed like a struggle:
To get up without becoming physically ill from anxiety.
To make it through the work day without crying in public.
To make it through the night without waking.
To be present for my children when my mind was obsessed with the despair of my loss.
It was a never ending cycle of heartache and I had no idea when time would move me through the pain.
But time did move me through… and soon… I began to count the small milestones, the markers that gave me hope… faith that I would soon be healed:
The day that I woke up and though weary… did not become ill from nervous anxiety.
The day that I did not cry in public.
The first night of restful sleep.
The first moment with my children when I was once again truly present in mind and body.
These may seem like small milestones to someone looking in, outside of the pain, but to me… they signaled that relief was coming if I just had faith and kept moving forward.
My divorce was one of the most painful experiences of my life but today, I am thankful for the lessons I learned from it.
My silver lining is in the knowledge that I have strength beyond measure, compassion for others who now suffer what I suffered, and that I was willing to give myself whole-heartedly, committed, to someone I loved.
My divorce changed my perspective for the better: It reminded me that empathy is key to life.
“Dear God, help me to light the path for others that walk behind me. Help me to be present for those that need my experience, strength and hope today.”