Your Relationship Is Over…..Your Life Is Not!
Whenever I write about break-up and divorce as an opportunity for growth, I am very mindful of the fact that we need to allow grief first. When we heap positive expectations or goals on top of unexpressed sorrow it doesn’t
The thing which kept me most stuck emotionally in the early months of my divorce, was waiting for an apology which was never going to come. When relationships end, there is often a sense of injustice; a need to make
When I encounter people in the early stages of a break-up, one of the most common beliefs I come across is their assertion that they will never feel truly happy again. A broken heart can leave feelings of grief
Someone recently commented to me that, for women over 50, divorce is a “death sentence” and circumstances mean that there is no hope of a happier future. The words reminded me of the deep pain and despair that divorce
New Year’s Eve, with it’s positive celebrations, can feel bitter and painful when you are without the person you thought you would be spending your life with. The period leading up to a New Year is commonly a time
My first Christmas post-break-up was emotionally tough; it was 10 months after my marriage had ended and the resurgence of grief took me by surprise. Special occasions can knock you off guard just when you think you are coping, and
When I started writing Break Up and Shine I wanted to show others that a painful divorce need not be the end of everything good in your life. However horrendous it feels in the beginning, you can heal and move on.
I feel like 2016 has been a year of consolidation and sowing the seeds for the next fruitful chapter of my life. I have barely written on this blog all year and have considered whether, six years on from the
, As I approach the end of my counselling training this year, I have also just reached the end of more than a year of my own personal therapy. Although personal growth is a job for life, I left knowing that,
Today is my daughter’s birthday and I was feeling quite reflective this morning, as I often do when I contemplate the birth of my children. This time six years ago I felt blessed. I’d just given birth to our third