If anyone has been reading my blog for a month or so, you’re probably wondering what’s happening in my life—or around my life. I know I sometimes write about the experiences of those around me, so it might be hard to tell what’s personal and what’s not.
While I’ve written recently about heartbreak, I thought it was time for an update. If I’m being completely honest, I’ve never been heartbroken before—not until now. And when I say heartbroken, I mean that deep, physical kind of pain. The kind where you’re holding your chest, trying not to collapse because your knees are weak from inner turmoil. The kind where you can literally hear your heart pounding, aching from the hurt.
Whew! It’s been a ride.
And for the first time, I really want to be quiet. I just want to fade away, almost as if torturing myself for feeling this way—because, honestly, I should never have allowed myself to get here in the first place.
What hurts more is the feeling of being played. Like, seriously—what were you thinking?! But it’s not just frustration. I genuinely feel hurt. My heart is hurt.
So, this is my last post about love, hurt, or heartbreak. I’m going to take a break from writing until all of this feels inconsequential and I can truly move on.
