I thought divorce was the end of my story, but it turned out to be the first page of my new chapter. When the papers were signed and the door to that part of my life officially closed, I was convinced that everything good in my life was behind me. The dreams we shared, the plans we made—they felt shattered beyond repair. I spent countless nights staring at the ceiling, wondering how I would ever pick up the pieces.

But as time passed, I realized that while the life I had planned was gone, I still had the chance to create something new. The pain didn’t disappear overnight, but it began to transform into something else: determination. Slowly, I stopped focusing on what I had lost and started thinking about what I could gain.

For the first time in years, I asked myself what I wanted. I enrolled in a painting class I’d always been curious about, took solo trips to places I’d dreamed of visiting, and found joy in the little things—quiet mornings with coffee, long walks, and reconnecting with old friends.

Divorce wasn’t the end; it was an awakening. It taught me that life doesn’t always go as planned, but sometimes, that’s exactly what we need. The story I’m writing now is entirely my own, and it’s filled with strength, resilience, and a renewed sense of purpose. I’m no longer afraid of endings, because I know they can be beautiful beginnings.