Creating While It’s All Falling Apart

The magic that manifests in-between chaos and hope

People often assume that because I write about energy, manifestation, and healing, I must have it all figured out. That I sit in stillness all day, sipping cacao, effortlessly channeling divine wisdom while everything in my life flows in perfect alignment.

The truth?

Right now, I am in the middle of a messy, heart-wrenching, life-redefining divorce. I’ve probably mentioned this before, so please forgive me for repeating myself here.

Two of my children are grown and out in the world, navigating their own paths. Two are still little, shuffling between homes, trying to make sense of shifting dynamics. And I’m learning how to navigate this new dynamic while also tending to a new (amazing) relationship that is deeply loving, sacred, and unlike anything I’ve ever known.

And still, I create.

I show up. I write. I record.

Not because I’m detached from the chaos, but because I’m inside the shit-show of it all. For instance, writing this Substack article right now is a way of getting the energy out of my system. I know many of you out there are going through, or have navigated similar situations.

This is what it means to create from the in-between.

It’s waking up with a knot in your stomach from another red-tapey email...
and still pressing publish on a piece of your soul.

It’s going from a custody exchange where emotions run high...
to sitting down and writing words that will help someone else feel less alone.

It’s navigating grief, anger, betrayal—and still choosing to open your heart, over and over again, to your audience and your purpose. And for the record, my purpose here on this planet will always remain the same. I’m here to help you to manifest your next chapter.

This is not spiritual bypassing. This is spiritual bravery.

I used to think I had to wait until everything was healed and perfect. Until the dust settled.

But the truth is, this is the work.

Not writing about the mess once it’s clean, but writing through it. I want to let people see the sacred cracks. This is how I wrote my upcoming book Dear Universe 365 that comes out in December, 2025.

Because the world doesn’t need more polished personas. We don’t need more filters and Photoshopped versions of reality. The world needs truth-tellers who still have mascara smudged under their eyes from crying the night before…me right now.

And if you’re like me…navigating heartbreak while parenting, creating, and loving again.. you are not alone.

You are not selfish for wanting to build something new while everything old is falling apart. You are not a bad mother for needing space to write, to breathe, to cry. You are not unworthy of love just because someone tried to convince you that you were hard to love.

• You are allowed to be in love and still healing.

• You are allowed to want peace and still feel outraged by the injustice of it all.

• You are allowed to create content while your life is content-worthy chaos.

My work right now isn’t just about manifestation. It’s about staying present.
It’s about documenting this becoming. It’s about reminding myself—and anyone reading—that even in transition, we are whole.

Even in heartbreak, we are holy.

So if you see a new post, a podcast, or a meditation from me...know it was likely created between chaos and cuddle time. Between journaling and negotiating.
Between falling apart and falling in love (love you Jon).

And that, in its own way, is a miracle.

You don’t have to be fully healed to be helpful.
You just have to be honest. This is me, being honest.

Thank you for meeting me here.

In the in-between, with love,
Sarah Prout. xo

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