No one really tells you how hard it is to live your life normally when your heart is broken. No one tells you about the pervasive ache that wedges itself inside you, torturing you every minute. That ache, the longing, makes it impossible to care about things you should care about: your job, cooking, cleaning, taking care of yourself. It kills your motivation and it destroys your will. It tests your very will to keep going. But somehow you do. Somehow you get up every morning and you stick it out. In the beginning, you numb yourself to ease the pain. It doesn’t always help but nothing really does. You keep taking it moment by moment. You keep living. Somehow. And day by day you start to get better. You can’t tell because the progress is indistinguishable. It’s the tiniest incremental progress you can imagine. But it happens. And it happens because even though you’re hurting, you still have hope for the right thing. That’s the reason you keep getting up in the morning. The hope keeps you going. Even if you can’t feel it in the throws of unbearable pain and grief, it’s there. It calls to your soul. It calls you to keep going. Keep living. Your story isn’t over. There’s something better out there and it’s just for you. And when you encounter it, you’ll know. Everything will make sense. The brokenness will be worth it then. It will be a vital part of the story that brought you to your joyful ending. You just have to keep going. Go slow. Take it one breath at a time. Be patient. Trust. Have faith that you are on a divine path that is solely your own. It won’t miss you. Just be patient for now. Allow yourself to grieve. Allow yourself to mourn the ending so that you can bid it a proper farewell. Then you can move forward. And then you will find what you are looking for. And it will be more than you could have imagined. Have faith. Trust. It will not miss you. It is yours.
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