I got married in 2020 to a man I thought was the love of my life. Like everyone who steps into marriage, I believed this was it—my forever, my safe place. For a while, it felt that way. But slowly, things started to fall apart. At first, it was subtle, the kind of things you brush off or try to ignore. But eventually, it was impossible to ignore the truth.
The man I had married was not the man I thought he was. The drinking became excessive, and with it came the anger, the harsh words, and eventually, the physical abuse. Then there was the cheating, the infidelity. Each time I discovered something new, it was like another piece of me broke away. I felt hollow, wondering if something was wrong with me, if somehow I was not enough. I can’t tell you how many times I asked myself, “What did I do wrong?”
When everything finally came crashing down, I was shattered. You don’t walk down the aisle thinking, “I might be divorced in a few years.” You think this is it, your person, your home. And then, suddenly, it’s not. I felt like I was living in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
But every single day, when I didn’t know how I would find the strength to get up and face another day, it was Jesus who carried me. I cannot explain it any other way. I would be sitting in my room, feeling completely crushed, and somehow, I would feel this little spark of strength—just enough to keep going. I clung to verses like Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” That’s what I was—brokenhearted and crushed. And somehow, He kept me going, day by day.
Divorce is never easy. But in the Indian church, it’s almost like a scarlet letter. People don’t know what to say to you. They wonder why you didn’t try harder or if you really needed to leave. The silence can be deafening. But even in that loneliness, God gave me people who stood by me—my parents, my sisters, my brother-in-law, my friends. They were my rocks. They didn’t let me fall apart, even when I felt like crumbling. Through them, I saw God’s love in a way I never had before. They reminded me I was worth fighting for and that my life still had value.
But even with all that love and support, healing wasn’t instant. Divorce doesn’t work like a bandage—you don’t just slap it on and expect everything to heal. The scars are there, and some days, they ache. But with time, God showed me that these scars don’t define me. They’re part of my story, but they’re not the end of it. “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9). That verse got me through so many dark nights because it reminded me that God’s strength shows up when I feel weakest.
Looking back now, I can say this: Divorce did not break me. It changed me, yes, but it did not destroy me. If anything, my faith grew stronger. I started to see myself the way God sees me—not as damaged or discarded, but as beloved and whole. He is teaching me to live in grace, to let go of the shame, and to find joy in the new life He’s helping me build.
So, if you are reading this and you feel broken, please know you are not alone. I have been there—in the depths, in the pain, in the silence. But there is hope. “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3). That promise is real. Jesus is real. And He is there for you, just like He was for me, holding you even when you feel like you cannot go on.
There is life after heartbreak. There is healing after loss. It is not easy, and it takes time, but God’s grace is enough for each step. So, hold on. You are loved, you are enough, and you have a future that is still worth fighting for.
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