Moving On from a Relationship

When a relationship ends, it often feels like your whole world is collapsing. The pain, the confusion, the memories—you carry them all, wondering if you'll ever feel whole again. I’ve been there. While the journey wasn’t easy, I am finally at a place where I have learned to love myself again. For years, I poured the love I had towards someone else when I should have been pouring that love into myself. In this post, I want to share what helped me move forward—not just to survive the heartbreak but to thrive beyond it.

1. Accepting That It Was Over

• The first step was the hardest: accepting that the relationship was over. I held onto hope longer than I should have. For months, I kept replaying the good times and ignored all the moments of pain I had experienced during the relationship. However, my healing began when I let go of the fantasy and accepted the reality. Closure doesn’t always come with a clear explanation. Sometimes, it’s something you have to give yourself. Do not wait for someone to give you closure. You deserve better than that. Do not let someone dictate when you can start healing. You have the power in your healing journey. I understand it is hard to let go, but accepting the relationship has come to an end is the first step to healing your heart.

  
  

2. Giving Myself Permission to Grieve

• Grief isn’t just for death—it’s for any kind of loss, and breakups are no exception. I allowed myself to cry, journal, feel angry, and mourn what could have been. For a long time, I hid my emotions. I would cry alone, write down my feelings alone, and be angry alone. In front of others, I would pretend to be happy. It was if I had a mask with a smile over my real face with tears running down. However, if I could go back and change my choice to be alone, I would. Suppressing my pain only delayed my healing. You do not have to grieve alone. Find someone that you feel comfortable talking to about what you are feeling. Whether that is a family member, friend, priest, therapist, or anyone else. It can be difficult to pull yourself out of the grieving stage. I know it was difficult for me. In the end, it was my mom and best friend who helped me overcome the grief I had felt for months. It was only when I allowed myself to grieve fully and let people in to help me that I was able to pull myself out of the trench.

  
  

3. Reconnecting with Myself

• In the relationship, I had lost parts of who I was. I put so much love towards my ex that I forgot to put love towards myself. I lost who I was as a person when I was with him. When he left me, I did not know who I was, and that scared me. So, I started rediscovering myself—doing the things I loved, spending time with my dogs, going on walks, writing, praying, and diving into this blog. I surrounded myself with people who love me—friends and family who reminded me of my worth when I forgot it. It took some time, but eventually, I found joy in being me again. I forgot who I was without having someone at my side. I was so scared of being alone because I always felt I wasn't enough. However, this whole journey I have proved to myself that is not the case. I am confident in myself again. I am happy with who I am as a person, and I know one day I am going to meet someone who is going to love all of me. One of the lessons I have learned is that I will never change myself to fit what someone else wants just to make them happy. God created me in His image, so why would I change His image to fit someone else's?

  
  

4. Leaning on Faith and Community

• My faith became my foundation during this time. I started to read the Bible, leaned into prayer, and reminded myself that God removes people from our lives for a reason. Remember, God sees things that we cannot. God saved me by removing my ex from my life. I trust in God's plan, and in His plan He has someone else planned for me. I am excited for the future. When I fully surrendered to God, my life changed. I gave Him everything. I gave Him my fears, my anxiety, my burdens, and all my troubles. Jesus died so that we may live. I have never felt more alive since giving my life to Christ. In a way, I almost wish my ex could see how well I am doing with Jesus at my side, instead of him. Jesus is someone I want to be at my side always. If I am blessed to get married, then I will be overjoyed. However, another lesson I have learned is that no one, not even my future husband, will be higher than Jesus. I am ashamed to admit that I put my relationship with my ex over my relationship with God. That is a mistake I will not make again. God is our Father, our light, our Creator. The life we have been blessed with is because He has a purpose for us on Earth. Rejoice that God sees you and loves you no matter what.

  
  

5. Writing the Next Chapter

• It has been six months since I got my heart broken. It is weird to say that these past six months have gone by rather fast. I have learned so much about myself in these past months, and I am grateful that I have found love for myself again. I am happy to close the chapter on my previous relationship and start a new one. I have never given myself much power in life. I have simply always gone with the flow to what others want. However, that ends now. I have the power to write the next chapter of my story. I am unsure of what this next chapter holds, but I do know one thing. I never want to lose the love I have for myself or Jesus. I will never let a man take that from me again. Whoever God has planned for me, I am confident in His plan. I will know when the right guy comes because I have faith in God to bring us together at His timing.

  
  

Conclusion: Happiness on the Other Side

Moving on wasn’t instant—it was a slow but rewarding process. Every tear, every moment of reflection, every act of self-love led me here. Today, I feel confident, beautiful, happy, and joyful. It’s not because someone new came along—it’s because I finally came home to myself. If you’re going through a heartbreak, I want you to know this: There is happiness on the other side. Trust the process. Trust yourself. Most importantly, trust God. You will smile again—and maybe even brighter than ever before. Always remember that you are never alone.