When Our Marriage Hit Rock Bottom, Here’s What God Did
Rock bottom doesn’t always look like chaos, but it can include betrayal.
Sometimes it looks like silence. Sometimes it looks like brushing your teeth next to someone who used to make you laugh… and now you barely speak.
It looks like sleeping in the same bed but feeling a million miles apart. It looks like saying “love you” at the end of a text because it’s what you’re supposed to say — not because it feels true.
When our marriage hit rock bottom, it didn’t come with slammed doors. It came with a thousand tiny moments of disconnection we were too tired to name and infidelity. And if you’re in that place right now — the place where you’re still in it physically, but gone emotionally and betrayed — I see you. Because I’ve been there. I lived it.
The Quiet Collapse
Our rock bottom wasn’t some dramatic fall. It was slow. It was sneaky.
It was terrifying in how normal it looked from the outside.
We still showed up to church. We still smiled and said “fine” when people asked, “How’s everything going?”
But behind closed doors, we were strangers. Worse — we were ghosts. Haunting the same space with no real connection, no real trust, no real safety. And I remember thinking, *“How did we get here? And how do we get back?”*
The problem was… I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back. Because what we had before the collapse? It wasn’t healthy either. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I shared and confessed what was going on with a friend.
The Hardest Parts of Staying
One of the hardest parts of this kind of marital breakdown is staying and doing the work to repair the relationship.
I know leaving felt just as scary as staying. I still hoped even though I felt foolish for hoping.
And maybe you’ve stopped fighting, not because there’s true peace — but because you’re too exhausted to keep trying.
That’s where we were. We weren’t yelling. We weren’t in counseling……yet. We were just existing. I felt like I was holding my breath all the time and wondering who he was talking to on his phone. Because he certainly wasn’t reaching out to me for connection or intimacy. He was on his phone ALL THE TIME.
And I threw myself into work because the disconnection was so loud and lonely. That’s what hopelessness feels like.
And that’s where God met me.
What God Did — In the Mess, Not After It
He didn’t meet us after we got it together. He didn’t wait until I was calm, collected, and spiritually mature.
He met us in the middle of the numbness. In the mornings I didn’t want to get out of bed.
In the nights I cried into my pillow, quietly so no one would hear.
And here’s what God did — not all at once, but steadily:
He exposed our coping mechanisms and our pride. We weren’t fine. We were just barely functional.
He surfaced old pain. Things we thought we’d forgiven. Patterns we thought we’d outgrown.
He held up a mirror, you know… the brutal, loving kind that says, “Let’s deal with this for real.”
We wanted God to fix our marriage. He wanted to heal the people in it. Because a marriage is only as healthy as the people in it. He didn’t want us to just settle for going through the motions in the comfort of pride. He made us face our sin and pride head on.
How Healing Actually Started
He didn’t start with the marriage. He started with me and my husband.
Individually. Separately. Personally.
He worked on my fear — the part of me that stayed silent because I didn’t want to be too much.
He worked on my resentment and pride — the parts of me that blamed him for all of our problems and resented him for not noticing how lonely I was.
He worked on my husband too. Not through pressure.
Through conviction. Through gentle, relentless truth.
We both had work to do. And at first, we didn’t do it together.
We were healing side by side — until we could begin healing face to face. And that was holy.
Not loud. Not flashy. But sacred.
The Honest Truth About Restoration
Let me say this clearly: Restoration doesn’t mean going back to what your relationship was. That relationship died when the breach of trust happened.
Going back would mean pretending the betrayal, the silence, the distance didn’t happen.
Restoration means telling the whole truth. Exposing what was done in darkness with the light of truth. And then building something new with that truth and radical honesty as the foundation.
Sometimes healing looks like:
* One person starting therapy before the other is ready
* Naming what feels unsafe — even when it makes the room awkward
* Learning to sit with discomfort instead of numbing it with performance
* Stopping mid-sentence to say, “That came from fear. Let me try again.”
We went to Focus on the Family’s Hope Restored Marriage Intensive. It was awkward. It was slow. It was miraculous and life-changing. And it was the only real way forward.
If You’re In a Dark Place Now…
Maybe your marriage hit rock bottom and experienced a breach of trust with an affair, a secret addiction, or an explosive moment of betrayal. Maybe it was a slow disconnect. Either way, this hurts. And you still feel broken.
Because something is missing. Connection. Intimacy. Safety. Truth.
And maybe you’re afraid to name it out loud because if you do, you won’t be able to pretend anymore. Friend — let this post be your permission to stop pretending.
You don’t need a plan. You need permission to be honest.
And God? He’s not going to shame you for that. God Works in the Rubble
God doesn’t wait for the Instagrammable version of you.
He works in the wreckage and the mess. In the ruins.
In the moments when the only prayer you can whisper is, “Help.”
He’s not waiting for you to figure it out.
He’s inviting you to fall apart safely in His presence. And if both of you are willing — not perfect, just willing — He can rebuild something more honest, more tender, more real than what you had before.
But it starts with surrender. With grief. With truth. There is no shortcut. But there is hope. My husband and I are living proof of God’s redemption.
What I Know Now
I know now that healing didn’t start when we said the right things. It started:
* When we finally admitted we were lonely and we came to the end of ourselves.
* When we admitted we didn’t trust each other
* When we invited God to show us the real work — not the surface-level fix
That took longer. But it held. Because it was rooted in truth and reality, not in some made up image.
We didn’t rebuild the old marriage. We laid a new foundation on honesty.
And that foundation — built slowly, humbly, prayerfully — became sacred ground.
If you’re waking up with dread, if you’re sitting on the couch in silence next to someone you used to laugh with, if you’ve stopped trying because trying hurts more than staying numb… I want you to know: You’re not weak. You’re not behind. You’re not failing.
You’re standing in a sacred space. The turning point doesn’t always look like a breakthrough.
Sometimes it looks like being willing to tell the truth for the first time.
Sometimes it looks like admitting you’re empty — and asking God to meet you there. And He will.
You’re still here. Still reading.
Still hoping — even if it’s only a flicker.
And that tells me something:
You believe healing is possible.
Maybe not today. Maybe not even for the marriage yet.
But for you. And that’s where God starts.
Not after the mess. Not once you’ve got it together. But in it.
Right here. Right now.
🎥 Watch the Video: When Our Marriage Hit Rock Bottom, Here’s What God Did
If you’re still sitting in the silence after reading this—still feeling the weight of numbness, the pain of betrayal, the ache of distance, the exhaustion of staying—this video is for you.
It’s not a teaching. It’s not a formula. It’s an invitation to breathe, to grieve, and to be honest about what rock bottom really looks like in a Christian marriage.
In this video, I share the part of our story that doesn’t fit into a social media caption or a church prayer request.
The part where we stopped pretending. The part where God didn’t wait until we cleaned it up.
The part where He met us in the middle of disconnection, and intense pain, and did something we never expected.
You can watch it below or open it directly here:
Let it be a confirmation that what you’re feeling isn’t failure. It’s the ground where God begins.
(Disclaimer: I am licensed to provide therapy and counseling services in the States of Alabama and Tennessee. This blog post does not replace professional help from a mental health provider and is meant for informational and educational purposes only. The information on this blog does not create a therapist-client relationship and I will not be held liable for any damages or losses caused by using the tips and actions shared on this blog. If your situation calls for medical attention or therapeutic intervention, seek the advice of a Licensed Physician or licensed mental health providers in good standing in your local area. Call 911 or go to your nearest Emergency Room if you are in a life threatening or emergent situation. Also, this information is not for those in abusive situations or dealing with someone engaged in criminal acts. If that has happened in your situation, call the authorities and create a safety and exit plan. You don’t have to stay in an unsafe or dangerous situation)
