A woman reflects on her divorce and discovering her own resilience after years of pouring her identity into being a wife and mother. When the marriage ended, the mold shattered and she faced a profound identity crisis, forced to confront who she actually was beneath the roles she'd been playing.
The biggest lesson that I learned for myself, for my divorce, was really how strong I am. Excuse me, how resilient I am. I think a lot of women do this. Again, this is a martyrdom thing, but I had willingly given up a lot of myself to be the wife and to be the mother. And so I had poured myself into this mold that I thought I should be. And when that mold was shattered, I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I fit in. I didn't know what to do. And when those things come crashing down, oh my goodness, shit gets real fast.
