First, devastation.

I was at an unworldly age of ten when I learned that life has no promises.

Though vows, there must have been a vacancy for a greater plan.

But my naïve heart struggled to understand. I could barely grasp the general concept of divorce, let alone my own parents'.

I was confused, I was hurt, I was fearful.

How could this have happened? Where do we go from here? My absent mind was left to linger. I had so many questions and not nearly enough answers.

Under every circumstance, there is own reasoning, and divorce doesn't always have to be implicated with negativity. But for me, with a life built upon the foundation of family, it was a huge deal. And quite frankly, I think it will be always. No matter how much time goes by, the impact remains.

Through the onset of the changes, I at first longed for normalcy. Rather, the only normalcy I'd ever known—but it would never be the same.

It was like grieving the loss of a person, one who is still alive, just always in a different place at another time.

I dwelled on what could have been far too long and it hindered the healing process I was in desperate need of.

Some days were easier than others but adjusting was still an unfavorable task- I think it must be for all who have to get used to weekend suitcases and "see you laters."

Even hearing the word "divorce" still stings.

But as the feelings of angst have subsided over the years, the realistic realizations I've come to have only emphasized the blessings that were once disguised but now appreciable.

There is never an ending without a new beginning.

My mom has gotten a second chance at love—she's found the happiness she's always deserved and we've gained wonderful family because of it.

My sisters and I have formed an unbreakable bond unlike any other as a result of the familiar feelings we've shared and the hardships we've overcome together.

Divorce has taught me that sometimes life is unfair and the things you think would never happen can soon become reality.

I've learned the importance of accepting what I cannot control but instead changing my perspective.

Above all else, I realize I'm one of the lucky ones.

Among their selflessness, my parents have never failed at making things easy for us- it's often you see children stuck in the middle.

I wouldn't believe it six years ago, but everything really does happen for a reason, as cliche as it sounds.

There is so much beauty in even brokenness.

It's all how you see it, how you react to it, and what you become because of it.