There Is Always Hope—Try and Maintain It

Let’s talk about hope again for a second. Not the kind that’s all glitter and unicorns, but the real, gritty kind—the kind that’s hard to hold onto when your world has flipped upside down and your heart is shattered in more pieces than you thought possible. The kind you cling to after your divorce papers are signed, and the silence that follows feels deafening.

Yes, that hope.

Here’s the truth no one tells you when everything falls apart: hope is your lifeline. It might feel buried under grief, anger, disappointment, and that familiar sting of betrayal, but it’s still there. Flickering. Waiting. Asking you—gently but firmly—not to give up.

When you’ve been through a breakup, especially one that ends in divorce, it’s easy to believe that this is it. That love isn’t in the cards for you anymore. That happiness is something other people get, but somehow skipped over your address. And the world, let’s be honest, doesn’t always make it easy to believe otherwise.

But I’m here to remind you: there is always hope. And you don’t have to feel hopeful every single day to believe in its power. You just have to keep a little room for it in your heart. Even on the bad days.

Hope is knowing your story isn’t over yet.

Hope is showing up for yourself—again and again—even when no one else does.

Hope is choosing to believe that just because it ended doesn’t mean you are broken.

Hope is giving yourself permission to laugh, cry, heal, start over, fall in love (yes, even again), or just stay in on a Friday night with popcorn and your favorite rom-com.

If you’re struggling right now—if you feel like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel—I see you. I’ve been you. And I promise you, it won’t always feel like this.

So how do you maintain hope when everything feels hopeless? Start small.

• Get out of bed.

• Make your coffee.

• Go outside.

• Call a friend.

• Write it down.

• Dance it out.

• Pray.

• Meditate.

• Cuss and cry and scream if you need to.

• Repeat.

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Hope is a habit. And like any habit, it takes practice.

So here’s your reminder from one divorcee to another: You are allowed to fall apart. But please, don’t give up. Not on love.Not on life.Not on yourself.

You’ve come this far. That means something. And if you leave the door cracked open just an inch, hope will find its way back in.

xo, Divorcee Dish