Emotional

Category

Acceptance (Stage 5)

Acceptance is the last emotional stage that we go through during a divorce. When all of the hurt and pain finally go away (and it will) you’ll begin to accept that your marriage didn’t work, but that you are now ready to move on with the rest of your life, taking with you the lessons you’ve learned along the way. At the beginning of a divorce, it’s very hard to imagine the day that you’ll finally be at peace with what has happened to your life, but time really and truly does heal. Good old ‘Father Time’  has his arms around us all. You’ve just got to have faith. It...

Shock! Stage 1.

Shock has the ability to paralyse us at the beginning of a divorce. This is where you actually need to make some of the biggest decisions of your life, whether it be about your legal approach to the divorce, your financial situation or your future plans to raise your children, but here’s the catch, this will be when you are least mentally capable and driven, to think logically. This is the stage where you will need all of your support group to kick in and hold you up at either side, when all you want to do is fall to your knees and stay there. This is the first stage...

Does Your Divorce Make You Feel Angry?

When one is going through a divorce it is very common to feel anger. According to psychologist and author Elizabeth Kubler Ross, anger is one of the 5 emotional stages of grief. They are shock, denial, anger, bargaining and acceptance. Today I want to talk about anger and its power to consume us, if allowed. Anger is a universal experience, and it can cause us to lose sight of a situation. It has the ability to consume us. I know! At the beginning of my divorce, I was angry as hell. My anger was my biggest tormentor. I even took to social media to try to shame my ex. I...

Our Children, Our Everything

I suffered a miscarriage in 2011. I lost my baby at 12 weeks. It was heartbreaking and a very difficult experience to explain to someone who hasn’t gone through it. It’s a strange feeling to mourn the loss of someone you’ve never met or held. I stood in the bathroom of my parents’ home, waiting for the line to appear. There it was. I was two to three weeks pregnant. I began to bond with that little being immediately. I imagined what he or she might look like; thought of what I might call him/ her; and rubbed my tummy affectionately, wearing that I’ve-got-a-secret smile. As much as your partner...