A Look Into The Life of a Woman Going Through Divorce — The Downs of Life

Archived blogs from a year of my single life after marriage

Michelle Jaqua

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This is blog #26 of 47 from January, 2012. This was a difficult time in my life where I was navigating through my thoughts during my divorce. Now I share them with you. They are the only writings I have left from that era of my life.

It’s a look into the ending of my past life, showing bit by bit what an actual life transformation after divorce looks like.

In my blogs, I talk about my ex, my friends, my kids, my chronic pain (which had intensified during my separation and divorce), my job, dating, losing my first boyfriend, and my first solo trip — to Costa Rica.

I’ve edited some blogs for clarification and discretion. If you‘d like to read from the beginning, you can start here.

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The Downs of “The Ups and Downs”

February 23, 2012

“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone” ~Neale Donald Walsch

I’ve had a crappy last 24 hours. Little things that are irritating or unsettling and when put together into the grand scheme, feels like my life is pushing down on me and I can’t breathe.

First, it started with an email that I got yesterday. It was not a nice email. It started my down and snowballed from there. It made me wonder why people feel they have a right to unload crap on me. It made me wonder if I’ll ever overcome unneeded drama. It made me depressed.

Then I went to the gym last night to swim and I couldn’t find my lock. I had no way of locking up my belongings and the self-locked lockers were all taken. I actually had to leave the gym without working out. I’ve never had to do that before. I’ve been losing things lately, little things here and there (a favorite hat, a necklace, my iPod again). It seems like my “stuff” is vanishing into thin air. I had my lock just the night before when I was there for a…

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Michelle Jaqua

Advocate for Women / Owner of Lipedema and Me and The Virago