If you’ve ever been through a breakup that shattered you, you know the kind of pain I’m talking about, the kind that steals your appetite, keeps you up at night, and makes the future feel like a giant question mark. I’ve been there.
For a long time, I carried the weight of one particular breakup that broke me like nothing else ever had. I thought this person was my future. I built my days, my plans, even my identity around them. And when it ended, it felt like my whole world collapsed.
I cried until I didn’t think I had any tears left. Days blurred into nights, and nights into mornings where I woke up with that same sinking feeling all over again. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Everywhere I went, something reminded me of him, a song, a scent, a place we used to go. I honestly believed there would never be anyone else for me. I had built my future around him. I imagined the rest of my life with him. And when it ended, it felt like someone had ripped the ground out from under me.
The pain was more than heartbreak, it was like my whole identity had been shaken. In the silence that followed, my thoughts became my worst enemy. I kept replaying what went wrong, wondering what I could have done differently, torturing myself with the thought that maybe… I just wasn’t enough. Maybe I wasn’t worth fighting for. Maybe I wasn’t lovable after all. I believed the lie that my value had walked away with them.
The truth? I wasn’t just heartbroken, I was soul-broken. But here’s the thing about God… He sees the pieces we can’t put back together. And even when we think we’ve lost everything, He’s working in the background, redirecting us toward something better.
When I finally started walking with God, not just knowing He exists, but truly knowing Him, I began to see my breakup in a different light. It wasn’t punishment. It wasn’t proof that I had failed. It was protection. God knew that relationship would have kept me stuck in a version of myself that was small, insecure, and dependent on someone else for worth. If I’m honest, if we had stayed together, I probably would have kept bending myself to fit their world, losing more of me in the process.
That breakup hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced, but it forced me to face truths I had been avoiding. It pushed me closer to God. It stripped away my false sense of identity so I could find my real one, the one rooted in Christ, not in someone else’s opinion of me.
Looking back now, I can see that ending wasn’t the end of my story. It was the turning point. It was God’s way of saying, “I have more for you, but you can’t carry this with you where I’m taking you.”
So if you’re in the middle of heartbreak right now, hear me: This breakup isn’t the end. It might just be the beginning God planned for you all along. Trust Him. Let Him rewrite your story. One day, you’ll look back and realize the person you thought you couldn’t live without was the very reason you found the One you can’t live without, Jesus Christ.
Holy mess 