I see you. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions are bubbling just under the surface. When it’s quiet, when you are alone, you remember. The good times, the best times, those happy times where everything was perfect. The way it felt to be in the arms of your former lover.
I know you. That person that laughs the loudest, smiles the largest, and feels the most. You throw yourself into everything, heart/body/mind/soul. Because to do less, leaves you with enough mental clarity to remember, and that’s when it hurts.
The house is a wreck, you can’t sleep, you don’t eat- you eat too much, you second guess yourself before any outing. You ask for forgiveness, you shrink back from contact, you want contact, you can’t be bothered to give a shit, and you care too much.
I see you.
I know you.
I am you.
We are not so different. I have been where you are, I am there again, I’m sure at some point it will happen in one way or another. Grief is nothing to take lightly.
You will grieve at your own pace. You will either pull yourself out of that grief or wallow in it. Sometimes it takes months, years, minutes, or days. There is no set time limit.
It doesn’t even matter if the relationship was good, bad, or horrendous. You will grieve.
The key is, and it’s important. You have to CHOOSE to get over the grief. Pull yourself up, go to the gym, go for a walk, phone a friend. Keep Busy. Take some free advice, delete the pictures, cut ties, walk away completely. It will Help.