Today I want to share my story, psychologists are people too, there have been a lot in my life, meetings, losses, disappointments. I'll tell you about a difficult time in my life. With this article, I want to support everyone who is at the stage of divorce or going through it. My divorce happened a long time ago. We didn’t have the strength to get a divorce right away. But divorce is not on paper, it is in the head. I am a person who makes decisions quickly. And if I’ve definitely decided on something, it’s impossible to turn me the other way. The story was that when I had a baby in my arms, my husband took a mistress. For me it was like death. When I found out about this, I couldn’t believe my ears. Denial began: “This can’t be!” Then bargaining: “No, it probably seemed like all these were evil tongues.” But evil tongues in the form of good close friends could not stop, they diligently searched and found various kinds of evidence, quickly rushing to tell me about it. They worried as much as they could - in a word. At that time, I was 30 years old, I had two children in my arms, my son went to first grade. The daughter was an infant for 1-2 months. After such news, the milk immediately disappeared, age anxiety. I lost the 30 kg I gained during pregnancy in 2-3 months. I didn't live, I didn't exist, I died. There was enough money in our family. I didn’t need anything, and neither did the children. Apartment in a prestigious area of ​​the city, new cars. What else was needed for happiness? Only there was no happiness. I withdrew into myself and began to experience postpartum depression, mixed with feelings of grief and tragedy. In general, I was dying for days on end. The children were also worried; they shouldn’t have seen it, but they felt there was no way to hide it. We didn’t argue, we didn’t fight, we just stopped living together. Dad became a weekend dad. What helped me? It took me three years to recover from this situation; it was difficult for me. When I got married, I didn’t plan to get a divorce, I built myself an illusory long life together. But these troubles did not spare me. I had to somehow choose myself. What helped me then: Gym. At first I forced myself, then I saw the result, I joined Personal therapyChange of friends. I left the community where we had mutual friends. It’s not that they reminded me of us, it’s more that everyone wanted to worry about our lives and take part in it. I went to work. This perfectly stimulates a new life. You're on the move, thinking about what to wear, where to go on Friday with your colleagues. I realized that it's all over. I accepted the fact that I was left to live alone with the children, despite the fact that dad was not excluded. One day in autumn weather, early in the morning, I was moving along the highway towards the city. The sun was shining, the trees were playing with colorful foliage, nature was showing life outside of me. I stopped, I wanted to go out and breathe. I still remember this moment, something clicked then, it switched. In merging with nature, I realized that life goes on, the sun rises and sets, the seasons change, and I wanted to live on. Realizing that time cannot be returned, I stopped grieving for what I had lost, got into the car and moved on. Then something switched me. I felt sorry for the large amount of time spent on suffering, although I understood that I could not change my feelings, I could only live them. And I needed as much time as I needed. Having lived through the pain, slept through my long night, the morning came again, I want to live again. Everything passes. You can sign up for my consultation by writing to me personally at +7-921-304-17-34