The first challenge I set for myself was to practice gratitude daily. Each morning, I would wake up and jot down three things I was thankful for. At first, it felt awkward, like forcing a smile when you don’t feel like it. But gradually, I noticed a shift. My perspective started to change; even on the hardest days, I could find a glimmer of light.

Next, I incorporated daily exercise into my routine. I started practicing yoga again, something I loved and did a lot before having my kids. The slow, deliberate movements and focus on breathing helped calm my frazzled nerves and brought a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years. 

My third challenge was perhaps the most difficult: forgiveness. I had to learn to forgive myself for my perceived failures and to forgive my partner for the hurts we had inflicted on each other. We started couples therapy, and while it was initially uncomfortable to lay our emotions bare, it became a safe space where we could rebuild trust and understanding.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I began to see the fruits of my labor. My heartache, while still present, was no longer an all-consuming monster. My relationship, though not perfect, was showing signs of renewal. Most importantly, I was rediscovering parts of myself I had long forgotten.

My “Path to Positivity” is not a straight line. There are and will continue to be setbacks, days when I want to give up, and moments of doubt. But with each challenge, I grew stronger and more resilient. And while the journey is ongoing, I can say with certainty that I am no longer the person I was when I started. I am more compassionate, more open, and more hopeful for the future. This is my story. So far.