is not a linear process but prior to the pandemic I felt I was solidly moving through the stages and rebounding better when I slid back a step or two. Materially, I was rebuilding my life in a way that made my friends and family proud. After assuming the best I could hope for was moving back to my mum’s after selling our home, I hit some major career wins, signed a lease for my dream apartment and started setting new roots. Co-parenting our two young girls
was going well, therapy continued, I was spending time with the loved ones who got me through my roughest days, and I was even back on the dating
scene (with equal parts tragic hilarity and genuine connection). The split had come out of left field and left me feeling off-balance for a long time – but working, dating and socialising with friends made me feel good about myself. Where I had once only felt shame and embarrassment about my marriage ending, they helped a new confidence to bloom within me, and I felt smart, capable and worthy of love of all kinds. My life was moving! I was thriving! I was getting past the worst of it all!