Grieving the death of a loved one is a little different, but I feel the loss of my marriage was still a heartbreak I endured even if I was the one leaving.
Leaving my marriage didn’t just break my heart. It burned away the version of me that lived for everyone else. After loss, you realize how short life really is.
And suddenly:
protecting your peace matters more. Fake relationships become exhausting. Rest stops feeling lazy. Joy stops feeling selfish, and shrinking yourself for other people feels impossible.
That’s the part nobody talks about. Grief can make you more alive. Not immediately. Not easily. But eventually, if you let it, it teaches you to stop apologizing for becoming who you really are.
And honestly? Some people will miss the old version of you because she was easier to access, easier to manipulate, easier to guilt. Let them. You didn’t survive all that pain just to abandon yourself again.
I think I’m better now and my life for me and my child is better, but that doesn’t diminish that it was a hard process to go through. And sometimes I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it. But I’m stronger now, and I love myself more now, and I’m truly becoming who I am meant to be and I am very thankful for that.
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