Lately, I’ve been noticing a trend.

It’s all over social media:

Big smiles. Perfect lighting. Inspirational quotes.

People “celebrating” their divorces like they just won the lottery.

Selling retreats, courses, coaching packages—selling their survival before they’ve even finished surviving.

And something about it feels… off.

Because real healing?

It’s not about how it looks to the outside world.

It’s about how it feels inside your own chest at 2 AM when no one’s watching.

Real Healing Isn’t Performed

You don’t “perform” healing.

You live it.

You don’t slap a smile on your face every day and declare that you’re thriving.

Some days you are.

Some days you’re crying over laundry.

Some days you feel powerful.

Some days you feel like you’re crawling.

Healing isn’t linear.

It’s messy.

It’s real.

It’s human.

You don’t need a TikTok reel or an Instagram carousel to prove you’re moving on.

Healing is quiet. Personal. Sacred.

What Real Healing After Divorce Actually Looks Like

• It’s questioning everything you thought you knew—and rebuilding from the ashes.
• It’s feeling grief and anger and loneliness—and letting them move through you without shame.
• It’s setting boundaries you once thought were “too much.”
• It’s realizing you don’t miss him—you miss the dream you were trying to build.
• It’s making peace with the fact that some people will never apologize.
• It’s slowly, painfully, beautifully learning how to trust yourself again.
• It’s realizing love isn’t something you beg for—it’s something you offer once you’re already whole.

Healing Isn’t a Business Plan

Healing isn’t a course you can sell.

It’s not a step-by-step checklist you can monetize.

It’s not about curating your grief into “inspirational content.”

Real healing is what happens when no one’s clapping for you.

It’s who you become when you stop trying to convince anyone—including yourself—that you’re okay.

It’s being honest about the pain.

The loneliness.

The fear.

The freedom.

The wild joy.

The quiet strength.

All of it.

Where I Am Now

I’m not pretending everything’s perfect.

I’m not building a brand around my wounds.

I’m living through them.

Softly. Fiercely. Day by day.

I’m not chasing love to prove I’m worthy.

I’m not waiting for a man to validate my life.

I’m creating a life so full, so real, so mine

that anyone who wants to join it will have to be ready.

I’m not interested in being an internet poster child for divorce recovery.

I’m interested in living a life of freedom, honesty, and depth—

whether anyone is watching or not.

Real healing isn’t loud.

It isn’t curated.

It isn’t for sale.

Real healing is the quiet, sacred work of coming home to yourself.

And that’s the work I’m doing.

And it’s the work I’ll never stop honoring.