Divorce didn’t break me—it reminded me that I am strong enough to rebuild a life where my happiness comes first, for me and for my children. When my marriage ended, it felt like I was staring into an empty abyss. I had poured so much of myself into that relationship, sacrificing pieces of my identity along the way. For years, I convinced myself that staying was the right thing—for stability, for my kids, for the illusion of a complete family.

But deep down, I was unhappy. I had lost sight of who I was and what I deserved. The divorce was painful, but it was also a wake-up call. It forced me to take a hard look at my life and decide what I wanted moving forward. I realized I couldn’t teach my children to value their happiness and self-worth if I wasn’t valuing my own.

The road to rebuilding wasn’t easy. I had to navigate a storm of emotions—guilt, fear, loneliness—while learning how to juggle single parenthood, work, and self-care. But piece by piece, I started putting myself back together. I set goals, found a job I loved, and carved out time to rediscover my passions.

Most importantly, I created a home filled with love, not tension. My kids saw me laugh again, thrive again, and stand tall in the face of challenges. Divorce didn’t just set me free—it gave me the courage to prioritize a life where my happiness was no longer optional but essential. And in doing so, I became a better, stronger mother for my children.