Day sixteen, and it’s starting to feel real — the healing, I mean. There’s a bit of peace settling in, like I’m finally accepting that it’s okay to let go. I still think about her, but it’s softer now, like a gentle reminder rather than a sharp ache.
Day sixteen, and it’s starting to feel real — the healing, I mean. There’s a bit of peace settling in, like I’m finally accepting that it’s okay to let go. I still think about her, but it’s softer now, like a gentle reminder rather than a sharp ache.
and I’m starting to feel a real shift. I still think about her, but the thoughts don’t pull me under like they used to. I’m finding myself able to focus on other things, to feel genuinely okay even when I’m reminded of her.
and I’m starting to feel a real shift. I still think about her, but the thoughts don’t pull me under like they used to. I’m finding myself able to focus on other things, to feel genuinely okay even when I’m reminded of her.
and today felt almost normal. I still think about her, but the thoughts don’t hurt the way they did in the beginning. It’s like I’m finally starting to see a life beyond this, one where the pain doesn’t define every moment.
and today felt almost normal. I still think about her, but the thoughts don’t hurt the way they did in the beginning. It’s like I’m finally starting to see a life beyond this, one where the pain doesn’t define every moment.
and today felt… lighter. I still miss her, but it’s almost like I can remember the good times without feeling as weighed down by them.
and today felt… lighter. I still miss her, but it’s almost like I can remember the good times without feeling as weighed down by them.
and somehow it feels like I’m beginning to find my footing.
and somehow it feels like I’m beginning to find my footing.
and it’s a little easier to breathe. There are still moments when everything comes rushing back, but they don’t seem to last as long now.
and it’s a little easier to breathe. There are still moments when everything comes rushing back, but they don’t seem to last as long now.
and it’s strange
it’s not that I miss her any less, but there’s this growing understanding that I have to let go.
and it’s strange
it’s not that I miss her any less, but there’s this growing understanding that I have to let go.
So on Wednesday October 30 2024 it was
day two since the breakup, and I just feel... stuck. I can’t get her out of my head. Everything reminds me of her – little things like that song we both loved, or even just seeing my phone light up and wishing it was her
So on Wednesday October 30 2024 it was
day two since the breakup, and I just feel... stuck. I can’t get her out of my head. Everything reminds me of her – little things like that song we both loved, or even just seeing my phone light up and wishing it was her