“WTF Do I Do Now!?” The Holy Shit Moment That Rescued Me From My Post-Divorce Dumpster Fire

Your marriage is toast — but your future is wide open.

“What the f*ck do I do now?”

That’s the question I kept asking myself after I’d crawled out of my post-divorce grief coma.

One of the hardest things about separation is that you’re not just divorcing your partner — you’re divorcing your future.

Friday nights snuggled together on the couch, competing for the popcorn bowl, half-watching TV. Christmas mornings at the beach, swatting your kids away from the tree as they skulk around the presents. Family road trips in the winter, playing eye spy to the mountain cabin.

All of it.

Gone.

The wreckage of your life threatens to swallow you whole. You have no idea what comes next. It’s worse than losing a partner. You’ve lost the life you thought you had.

Now you have to envision a new one.

At first, it feels terrifying

But then something shifts.

I remember waking up alone one Saturday — and for the first time in a long time, the sinking dread wasn’t there. I brewed coffee and then sank into…