Last week, on a consult, a newly separated client told me she is unsure about her decision to leave the relationship. “My smoke detector needs a battery change, and I have no idea how,” she said. “I wanted to call him to help, but is that really a good reason to get back together?”

Oh, how I relate.

Because not long after that conversation, I kid you not, the smoke detector in my basement — where my office is — started beeping.

You know that annoying chirp that shows up every hour or two?
Not loud enough to be a crisis.
But annoying enough to drive you slowly insane.

And the more I tried to ignore it (classic avoidant), the more frequent it became.

Now, here’s the funny part:
I didn’t even realize I had a smoke detector in the basement.

So, after TWO DAYS, I decided to hunt this thing down.
I searched everywhere: the furnace room, the cat litter room, the laundry room, the ceiling, the stairs, the bathroom.

Nothing.

Don’t laugh. I even asked ChatGPT where people usually install smoke detectors in basements.

Still nothing.

So, I did what most sane people would do: I started questioning my sanity.
“Maybe the sound was coming from the main floor?” 🤔

But then, 4:00 a.m. this morning, I woke up to that faint beep again.
And this time I was MAD.
Noise cancellation earbuds in. Ignore!

Early this morning, I sat down to write this email, and there goes the beep.
At this point, I was on the verge of losing it over this tiny little thing.

So I stood up to recheck the upstairs detector, and as I turned,
I looked up and saw the smoke detector right in front of my eyes. On the ceiling. In my basement.
Don’t even ask how I missed it!

But before I could even celebrate, I pulled it off, and dust and foam rained all over me.
What a beautiful start to my day.

Five minutes on a wobbly chair later, I managed to disconnect it.
The beeping stopped.
But I also had to accept the truth:
It’s beyond the mechanical-challenged me to change the battery.

So yes, the problem is temporarily “fixed”.
But in the back of my mind, I know it’s not solved.
Eventually, it’ll be a bigger issue.

Cue the image of me passing out on my computer from a gas leak.💀
No, not kidding. It did cross my mind.

Now, let's pause for a second.
How much mental, emotional, and physical energy has this tiny beep stolen from me this past week?

That’s precisely the kind of energy drain people navigating divorce face every day.

Every little decision:

“How do I word this email to my lawyer?”
“What do I say to my ex about Christmas?”
“How do we divide assets?”
“Do I push for support?”
“Am I making the right choice?”

Each one is an open mental loop.
And every moment that loop stays open, it drains you quietly like a smoke detector that won’t shut up.

This is why Clarity is everything in divorce.
Whether you’re deciding to stay or go, knee-deep in the legal process, or trying to rebuild your life after.
Clarity creates capacity.

✅Capacity to see the truth.
✅Capacity to make aligned decisions.
✅Capacity to rebuild a life that feels like yours again.

Back to my smoke detector story for one more second.

Instead of spending hours on YouTube trying to figure out this damn battery,
I have four male friends who are extremely handy and would gladly fix it for me.
And it’ll take them ten minutes.

I plan to reach out to one of them for help. 

And just like my friends, I am your smoke-detector-battery-fixer in divorce.

Instead of wasting hours spiralling in your head,
or spending thousands in legal fees trying to solve the wrong problem,
I help you find:

👉 where the actual “beep” is,
👉 what’s draining you,
👉 and the most energetic and cost-effective way to change that battery.
So you can breathe again.

No more waking up at 4 a.m., staring at your ceiling, ruminating.

P.S. If you’re tired of the constant mental “beep” in your divorce and want clarity, direction, and peace, let’s talk. Book a free clarity call with me here: https://tidycal.com/lisadivorcecoach/30-minute-meeting