Por: Elias do Amaral Viana

I realize that shame and vulnerability don't have to define me.

I never thought I would feel as much pain in my soul as I am feeling. I don't know why I'm feeling so much pain for a person who left and doesn't want me. I'm really asking God to make this pain go away, because I don't know where to start, but I really need help, the pain is great and sometimes I get angry with myself, for being such an idiot.

I know I made a lot of mistakes, but he made a lot more mistakes than me, so I'm feeling this pain inside, this sadness. I've prayed, fasted, but the pain is great! How angry I am with myself, for staying the way I am!

Dear reader, Confessions “The Pain of Divorce!”

When love falls apart, there are no words to describe the tearing pain that takes over the heart. Divorce is not just the end of a relationship, but the crumbling of shared dreams, broken promises and a reality that falls apart before our eyes.

I remember the feeling of despair when I realized that the marriage I had once so carefully nurtured was crumbling before me. Every word spoken, every glance avoided, were like sharp knives piercing my soul. The feeling of failure was overwhelming.

The days dragged on, and I found myself immersed in a sea of uncertainty and anguish. Divorce wasn't just a legal process, it was a tortuous emotional journey that forced me to confront my own weaknesses and limitations. I constantly questioned myself about what I could have done differently, whether I could have avoided this painful outcome.

Loneliness became my constant companion, an unbearable weight that seemed to crush my chest with every breath. In the silence of the night, tears flowed freely, like a torrent that could not be contained. Each night was a battle against the ghosts of the past and the fears of the future.

But even in the midst of the darkness, I found small glimmers of hope. I discovered a strength within myself that I didn't even know existed. The pain of divorce, although overwhelming, was also an awakening to a new phase in my life. I learned to rebuild myself, to value my own life and to embrace the idea that happiness is not necessarily linked to a relationship.

I don't deny the scars he left, but I also recognize the growth and wisdom I gained through this experience. I'm a divorcee, yes, but I'm also a survivor.

May this story serve as comfort to those who are going through the same storm. Know that even in the darkest moments, there is light at the end of the tunnel. And that, in the end, we are much stronger than we could ever imagine.

Fondly,

A DIVORCED WOMAN!