Extend a Hand

Grasping (Photo credit: Giant Ginkgo)

In those first few days and weeks of sudden singlehood, I was angry.  I wanted to curse his name in a thousand languages, yet I knew only one.  I wanted to create effigies of him and burn them, but our county had posted a burn ban that summer.  I wanted to use his mug shot for target practice, but I owned no range weapons.

Bow and Arrows (Photo credit: JennicaLyons)

I realized soon enough that this mindset would not help me in the long run.  I turned to the internet, looking for inspiration from people who had been there.  Guides through the hellish journey of the end of a marriage.

I was disappointed in what I found.  The vast majority of sites were populated with people who were in the early stages.  Filled with vitriol and anger, spewing forth their rage across the web.  I get it.  You cannot heal until you release the pus that poisons the wound.  But I wanted to hear from people who had started to scab over.  I wanted to know what to expect when the scab fell off.  Or how to keep it from becoming infected.  Even better, I wanted to know what the scars of divorce would look like and how to help them fade.

Day 121: Scarred (Photo credit: Sarah Mae)

What I found was that people stopped sharing, stopped talking, once their own journey was set and they were out of the overwhelming darkness and confusion that dominates the early stages.  That is a shame, for there is much to be learned from those who have traveled the long road and know all its markers.

The most powerful image I have from Tough Mudder is the spontaneous creation of human chains, as people (strangers in most cases), who were just slightly further along on an obstacle, extended a hand to the person behind them.  This linkage allowed all to successfully navigate an obstacle that would have been insurmountable alone.

Those of us who are just a little further along on our journey through divorce and trauma can help others by extending a hand.

Thank you for sharing!

6 thoughts on “Extend a Hand

  1. Irony, I found your blog, noticed the muddy pictures. Wondered what race you ran. Today at the gym was a poster for a Muddogrun. Then when I got home, in my e-mail account was a notice for the same thing. A 5K , not far from me. It’s on what would of been my older brothers 52nd birthday. I will be there to run for me and him. Run away from the pain!

  2. I couldn’t agree more. When I was divorcing, I kept looking for my definition of “a happy ending” — someone who had gotten to the other side of it all and made a new life with a new version of happiness. Like you, I was discouraged by the fact that most people seemed to stop writing when their pain diminished. I wanted to share their happiness and their ups and downs in their new lives. I feel like part of the reason I keep writing is to help other women I see that life does go on — up and down, but definitely on — and that a new normal really is possible. 🙂

    1. I like that – “up and down, but definitely on.” That is a great way to put it and the part that is so important to share. It is certainly possible to be happy again, but it is important to know that there is no “happily ever after” without some bumps in the road. But the bumps make the journey all the more interesting:) Thank you for sharing your ups and downs as you move on.

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