When we first separated, I do remember feeling strangely relieved the first week.
Not because I didn’t care-but because I didn’t have to tiptoe around anymore. There was this weird sense of “I can finally breathe.”
Then reality set in.
The house was nearly bare. My ex had taken most of the furniture. The kids weren’t there. I remember my brother-in-law coming over and just noticing how bare everything was.
One time I said this: “I feel like a piece of glass that’s just been walked on. I’m shattered into a million pieces.”
I’ve lived through a lot in my life, but this was different. It shook me. It made me wobbly. It made me feel uncertain in a way I never had been before.
A couple of weeks later, after having moved into a smaller apartment, the panic attacks began. Not just sadness-but actual fight-or-flight. I’d have to go outside just to calm down.
Looking back, I don’t think it was just the sadness. It was like my nervous system was trying to readjust after all that stress and then suddenly being cut off.
What finally changed for me was when I realized that nobody was going to come in and fix this for me. I had to rely on my own resources-my own ability to think clearly, to problem-solve, to rebuild structure.
I’m interested in hearing from others:
Did your first 30 days feel more like relief… or rupture?
Did anyone else experience panic attacks instead of just sadness?
And what did you do to start rebuilding?


