I didn’t choose the name She’s Happily Divorced because I’m happy I experienced a divorce.
Divorce is gut-wrenching.
It is devastating in ways you don’t fully understand until you’re living inside of it. For me, it meant the collapse of a life I had built around one person—someone I once referred to as my air. My world revolved around “we,” and suddenly I was forced to ask a terrifying question:
Who am I without him?
That kind of loss reshapes you. It humbles you. It strips you down to the bones.
So no—this name is not about celebrating pain.
It’s about reclaiming power.
I Refused to Let Divorce Define Me
I chose She’s Happily Divorced because I made a conscious decision not to let my divorce be the final word on my life.
I learned something pivotal in the aftermath:
I do not owe anyone my suffering.
Pain may visit, but it does not get to move in permanently. I learned that healing is a responsibility—one that requires honesty, accountability, and courage. I’ve been in therapy on and off since I was 23, doing the work in different seasons. But after my divorce, the work changed. It deepened. It demanded maturity. It demanded that I look at myself—not just what happened to me, but who I was becoming because of it.
Healing Is a Choice—And a Practice
Divorce forced me to grow up in ways I hadn’t before.
I had to decide what kind of woman I wanted to be moving forward—not just for a future partner, but for myself.
I had to redefine love.
I had to confront my patterns.
I had to learn where I had abandoned myself in the name of connection.
And most importantly, I had to understand this truth:
Happily ever after is not a person.
It’s a state of mind.
It’s a choice I make daily—despite relational failures, mistakes, and setbacks. Despite disappointment. Despite grief. Despite starting over.
You May See Damage—But God and I See Good
I know how divorce can look from the outside.
To some, it’s a label. A failure. A mark that never fully fades.
But I don’t see myself as damaged.
God doesn’t see me as damaged.
We see good.
We see a woman who survived.
A woman who healed.
A woman who chose herself without hardening her heart.
One of my greatest gifts is my child-like ability to still believe—to still hope, to still imagine a full, beautiful life ahead of me. Divorce did not steal that from me. If anything, it clarified it.
This Is What “Happily Divorced” Means to Me
It means freedom without bitterness.
Healing without shame.
Growth without resentment.
It means choosing peace.
Choosing wholeness.
Choosing a life rich in meaning, faith, and joy—on my own terms.
And if you’re reading this in the middle of heartbreak, rebuilding, or rediscovering yourself, my hope is that you choose that for your life too.
You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are becoming.
Peace & Love 🤍
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