A short story of heartbreak, sisterhood,
and the journey back to self-love.
This isn't just about Lottie, it's about all of us.
Written By Lottie Godwin.
Once upon a red flag…
I was a hopeless romantic with a perfectly curated life: a full heart, and dreams bigger than his emotional capacity.
Long story short: I married a cheater.
9 years in the bin.
I cracked open my notes app and wrote:
“What the actual f*ck.”
And that, my friends, was the first line of what would later become
The Better Than Therapy Journal®
Once upon a red flag…
I was a hopeless romantic with a perfectly curated life: a full heart, and dreams bigger than his emotional capacity.
Long story short: I married a cheater.
9 years in the bin.
I cracked open my notes app and wrote:
“What the actual f*ck.”
And that, my friends, was the first line of what would later become
The Better Than Therapy Journal®
I knew I had to leave. But let’s be honest, walking away from a marriage isn’t just packing a suitcase & slamming the door like the movies.
It’s dismantling the life you built brick by brick, with shaky hands & mascara running down your face.
Determined to heal, I did what I needed to do, I asked for help. Found a therapist. And dove straight into the deep end of self-work.
I documented everything.
Every therapy session, every emotional question googled twice to deeply understand, every late-night note-to-self typed into my phone at 2am.
I journaled the prompts from my therapist.
I wrote poetry.
I sketched funny little doodles.
I listened to Ted Talks & audiobooks like my life depended on it (because it did).
My phone became my secret vault of heartbreak, healing, & “aha” moments.
I knew I had to leave. But let’s be honest, walking away from a marriage isn’t just packing a suitcase & slamming the door like the movies.
It’s dismantling the life you built brick by brick, with shaky hands & mascara running down your face.
Determined to heal, I did what I needed to do, I asked for help. Found a therapist. And dove straight into the deep end of self-work.
I documented everything.
Every therapy session, every emotional question googled twice to deeply understand, every late-night note-to-self typed into my phone at 2am.
I journaled the prompts from my therapist.
I wrote poetry.
I sketched funny little doodles.
I listened to Ted Talks & audiobooks like my life depended on it (because it did).
My phone became my secret vault of heartbreak, healing, & “aha” moments.
Not long after, my sister went through it too, the same heartbreak, the same gut-punch devastation.
Of course, I couldn’t just sit back with popcorn & watch her crumble.
I handed her my organised notes, sketches, & journal entries I’d made. Facetimed the prompts with her, & went through it step by step, day after day. It helped, a lot.
Then a friend was betrayed.
Then another.
And another.
Each time, the same story: betrayal, heartbreak, disbelief, “what do I do now?” And each time, my little system of steps, using the prompts, sharing the raw humour & healing hacks gave someone else a lifeline.
The feedback?
“This actually helps.”
“You should share this with more women.”
“Do you realise how many of us need this?”
And that’s when it hit me: maybe my heartbreak wasn’t just for me to survive.
Maybe it was the blueprint for something bigger.
That “something” became The Better Than Therapy Journal®
Not long after, my sister went through it too, the same heartbreak, the same gut-punch devastation.
Of course, I couldn’t just sit back with popcorn & watch her crumble.
I handed her my organised notes, sketches, & journal entries I’d made. Facetimed the prompts with her, & went through it step by step, day after day. It helped, a lot.
Then a friend was betrayed.
Then another.
And another.
Each time, the same story: betrayal, heartbreak, disbelief, “what do I do now?” And each time, my little system of steps, using the prompts, sharing the raw humour & healing hacks gave someone else a lifeline.
The feedback?
“This actually helps.”
“You should share this with more women.”
“Do you realise how many of us need this?”
And that’s when it hit me: maybe my heartbreak wasn’t just for me to survive.
Maybe it was the blueprint for something bigger.
That “something” became The Better Than Therapy Journal®
Women who support each other create a ripple effect of empowerment
What you’re holding (or about to) didn’t appear overnight. It’s the result of almost two years of relentless work.
A soul-led passion project built while I was also raising three children and rebuilding my life.
This journal was born in the:
Late nights lit by the glow of my laptop.
4am wake up by a new idea that I needed to write out, immediately.
Endless sketches, rewrites, & edits crammed between school runs & bedtime stories.
I poured myself into every detail:
• From creating the limited company, getting the trademarking, & business accounting.
• Designing each page individually, creating new fonts, doodling the sketches, writing the words, weaving in the humour & the heartbreak.
• Designing the cover, the custom packaging, mapping the website, pantone & sourcing the printing.
• To Learning the publishing world, funding the whole project, while also learning how to heal myself.
I did it all, single-handedly, fueled by one unshakable mission:
to give women going through betrayal the safe space I wish I’d had when I needed it most.
What you’re holding (or about to) didn’t appear overnight. It’s the result of almost two years of relentless work.
A soul-led passion project built while I was also raising three children and rebuilding my life.
This journal was born in the:
Late nights lit by the glow of my laptop.
4am wake up by a new idea that I needed to write out, immediately.
Endless sketches, rewrites, & edits crammed between school runs & bedtime stories.
I poured myself into every detail:
• From creating the limited company, getting the trademarking, & business accounting.
• Designing each page individually, creating new fonts, doodling the sketches, writing the words, weaving in the humour & the heartbreak.
• Designing the cover, the custom packaging, mapping the website, pantone & sourcing the printing.
• To Learning the publishing world, funding the whole project, while also learning how to heal myself.
I did it all, single-handedly, fueled by one unshakable mission:
to give women going through betrayal the safe space I wish I’d had when I needed it most.
Every betrayed woman carries wisdom. Together, we carry each other.
You don’t need to have all the answers right now.
You just need the right tools to start climbing out...
Coming Soon...
Untouchable, The Journal for Unshakable Self-Worth.
What you can expect:
- No victim lens, deep emotional awareness.
-Accessible for every woman. From stay-at-home mum to CEO.
- And ofcourse our Sarcastique humour laced with healing