I know that if you’re reading this, your cheeks are probably stained with tears, your pillow is probably soaked from crying, and you probably don’t remember when your heart wasn’t heavy.
I was in your position not so long ago. The guy that I thought would be the father of my children broke up with me out of nowhere and acted like I never existed. I thought I would never be happy; I thought I would never laugh again, smile again, or love again. I went through all the mourning stages—I was in complete denial at first. I thought he would come back and everything would go back to normal, but he never did, and I’m glad we never got back together. I cried and cried and cried again. I cried at work, I cried in my car, and I cried in my father’s arms, but after I was done crying, I had no more tears to shed. I got angry, really angry. I prayed that my ex would get hit by a car more often than I want to admit. Thinking about ruining his life made me smile, but after, I realized I would be as bad as him if I did.
And then something happened: I forgave him. Acceptance is the hardest and longest stage, but it’s the most relieving.
I used to be this depressed and angry person that you probably are right now, but I promise it will go away and you will feel normal again. I know this feeling of drowning; I used to have panic attacks because I thought my heart would never feel light again. Every time I felt I was swimming to the surface, something or someone will always drag me down, but you know what I did? I fought back. After feeling at my lowest, after realizing that my ex-boyfriend treated me badly, I decided I would give all my love to myself—I would do anything to become myself again.
I woke up one morning and decided I had enough with trying to look for love—I was done. I decided to focus all my efforts in my friends, my family, my work, and myself, and that’s how I was finally able to smile again, to laugh again and be happy again. You will be happy again. You will smile again and you will love again.
Heartbreaks are temporary. Sadness is temporary. You will find love again, I promise.