I see so many of you in the mourning the life you had stage, and my heart hurts for all of you. It's an incredibly hard, and painful, stage to go through, but it's such a necessary part of the healing journey.
It's hard to say goodbye to not only the life we thought we had, but also the future life we expected to have.
For those of you who weren't around back then, let me tell you, I wallowed. So I get it. The grief is overwhelming at times. Ex walked out on me and the kids when I was 45. I had been a sahm at the time of my divorce. My kids were teens, in high school, and I had been counting down to the stage of life where I wasn't going to be a hands-on, full-time parent. So, not only did life as I knew it implode when I found out about the infidelity, it was never going to come close to being what I thought it had been, upon rebuilding after the divorce.
I made myself move forward, for months, but I was really still wallowing. I had gone back to college at the same time I had filed for the divorce, and when that first semester was over, I curled up in bed for several weeks, mourning for my marriage and really missing my old life.
Finally, even I got sick of myself. I was tired of wallowing. I was tired of feeling sorry for myself. I was fed up with mourning a marriage that I finally realized wasn't all that good to begin with. So I decided to get rid of the negative thinking, to make room for all the positive potentials and possibilities that were out in the universe, just waiting for me.
I actually held a little ceremony on New Year's Eve, where I wrote down all the negative emotions on slips of paper, and then burned them one by one. It was cathartic.
Good things started to happen. My focus on my schoolwork improved. My kids stopped feeling like they had to protect me and I became the parent they needed me to be again. I stepped way out of my comfort zone, and ended up meeting the man who is now my SO. I went back to work for the first time in 20 years, and I liked it.
It didn't happen overnight, and it didn't usually happen when I thought it should, but good things happened, and continue to happen. Above all, I am a much happier person, because I choose daily to see the positive in my life.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say is - feel what you feel, don't stuff down the emotions. Let the mourning process happen. But when you've healed enough, choose to find the possibilities and potential that are in front of you, instead of dwelling on the negatives that are in your rearview mirror.
Life is what you make of it. And you are worthy of having a good life. Nobody is going to hand it to you, you have to go out and find it for yourself.
You can do this, and it will be so worth it. I promise.