Having been divorced more than once, I know it hurts. I can not know your pain, but I know it hurts. When a major relationship that I thought would last forever ended, I have felt that I could never experience another meaningful relationship. That life was just a house of cards, ready for the slightest disturbance.
There is also a feeling of depression that penetrates everything. The sky seems less blue, the music loses it's feeling, food can taste flat --- this is normal.
For me, I HAD to get out of the house. Get with friends.
No, I can not know your pain. I can only tell you what worked for me in the hope that you will be able to use it.
When I look back over my life at incredibly traumatic events I can now reaize that I benefited from them. I know this may sound strange and I do not mean to sound insensitive. When you are in the middle of something like this everything hurts and there seems to be little light.
My comfort comes from looking back at other traumatic events that I thought would kill me or at least would kill my spirit.
I like who I am. And I know that I would not be the person I am today without the tempering and strengthening events that happened to me. And hey, this is just me. I can not know your pain. But I pray that you will look back on the other traumatic events in your life and see a pattern that has made you you.
AND I pray that one day soon you may look back on this horrible time in your life and see some benefits. Some reason. Some Guidance. I use the capital "G" intentionally.
AND I hope that I do not stir the ire of other Forumites with this message.
AND I KNOW that God never works on one person at a time. We are all interconnected at some level. He knows best.
In closing I have a short parable that may or may not fit your situation. It fits me over and over. Not while I am in the middle of the pain, but afterward.
I have a friend with a very young son who had an abcess in his ear. The doctor had to lance it. He told the father that he could not give novacaine that close to the son's brain and that the only way he could lance it was for the father to hold his son very tightly and that it would be very painful.
The father held the son while the doctor worked. The son, too young to understand what was happening, screamed at the Father, "Why are you letting him hurt me like this?"
I belive that God loves me more than my father ever could. He also loved his Son. I belive . . . .
When you can't see His Hand, trust His heart.