I remember being paralyzed with fear on the night my ex-husband and I decided to divorce. The thought of not seeing my kids every day, being financially independent, and the only adult in the household was beyond scary. I didn’t think I could do it. Any of it. He turned to me and said, “You will find some doctor or lawyer who will take care of you, I’m sure.” In that moment I realized something: I, in no way, wanted someone to swoop in and take care of me. I wanted to do it myself, even though there was a lot in my head telling me I’d fail.
