Resilience by Jennifer ReisAudio version <a href="http://ripr.org/post/resilience" target="_blank">www.ripr.org</a>When my son was just 10 days old, my marriage fell apart. For months, as my ankles swelled and my belly protruded, I suspected there was someone else. That fateful day, holding this tiny infant in my arms, I had proof of my husband’s infidelity. What followed was a year of pain so intense I could barely breathe. Fraught with bouts of depression, insecurity and doubts, I lost an enormous amount of weight, chunks of hair from my head and any faith in love. All the while my child was learning to crawl, walk and talk. True joy interlaced with true despair. Although we tried to mend what little was left, his heart was with her and we decided to divorce. Never again could I check off the single or married box: I would forever check divorced. I had lived with this false sense of security that if I did everything right, then I would be exempt from the drama I thought only happened to others.So began a new chapter in my life. I moved back to my home state of Rhode Island after 11 years in Colorado. Starting anew was terrifying. Every decision, made alone. Childhood friends now lived in different states. I was discouraged, adrift. Then one day, I sat in my car and wept: a cry so deep, so intense that I wondered if the tears would ever stop. From that same deep, once desolate place, I made a choice: to learn from the experience, to grow and live my life in the most positive way I could. The old adage became true, that everything happens for a reason. This was mine: to become the person I want to be, to live in the way that is true for me. While the past year, I had fretted over the dream that could have been, I now was choosing to imagine the life that would be. I found a job, a place to live and set off on this path, to search for meaning in my life and peace in my heart.I believe in the human spirit; that will to endure and heal. We are all faced with circumstances that can seem insurmountable. But, we heal. It’s not about what happens to us; we all have a story, it’s about what we do with it. I’m not saying this is easy. It takes incredible patience, compassion for self and support from loved ones. But we all keep going on. Life for me, now, is good. My son is thriving, I continue on my path. And, I have fallen in love. I am taking the risk, knowing that I can handle whatever comes my way.