Where the wreckage began… and where healing finally starts.
Bridge from the Introduction:
Every story of heartbreak has a breaking point—a before and after.
Sometimes it’s loud and explosive. Sometimes it’s quiet, even invisible to everyone else.
But you remember it.
The second your world shifted.
The second you realized love had cracked… and maybe wasn’t coming back.
That moment—the one you don’t want to talk about—is where healing begins.
Not by pretending it didn’t happen. Not by numbing it.
But by naming it. Facing it. Bringing it to God.
So before we move forward, let’s go back.
Back to that moment.
You can’t heal what you won’t touch.
But you’re not doing this alone anymore.
This isn’t a book about blame.
We’re not here to rehash every detail or craft the perfect argument to justify our pain.
The truth is:
- You may have been the one left.
- You may have been the one who walked away.
- You may have tried everything.
- Or you may not have known what to do.
The wound is still real.
And God still wants to heal it.