I Know My Heart Will Never be the Same, But I'm Telling Myself I'll be Okay.

I recently received an email from a blog follower.

Throughout emailing, she asked me what my thoughts were on getting over a heart break. I've been stumped for about a week now. I was trying to think up something witty, something clever, and something that went with everything else I talk about on my blog.

Then I thought of something.. .It's MY blog. ME. What's my thoughts on the topic.

It's dawned on me a little bit. So I truly hope this answers your questions. Enjoy.

Like any heartbreaking story it ends with someone walking out. Then it moves to the pain.

Is this over yet? A pit in her stomach the size of an apple, alone with a broken heart she sat defeated on the floor. Is this what all the movies talk about? This is something she never wanted to feel, and here it was. Tears came, Netflix was watched, and every picture was deleted that reminded her. Memories tried to be erased, hoping to ease the pain. But the truth is, nothing eased the pain.

Days went by, which turned into a week, and then a month, and so on. Time continuous.

It was then she started to learn. You don’t ever get over the pain, you just learn to live with it.

Re-read that final sentence. For any of you who have read times heals all wounds, I'm sorry to blow through that. It's not true. I mean think about it: I relate the feeling to that of when my friend was killed. Far too young he was taken. If I think about it the pain is still there, just as real as it was almost 3 years ago. Time hasn't healed that, I just learned to live with the pain. To keep functioning.

So readers, if you want my advice on getting over a heartbreak, learn to accept it, and keep moving forward. Life will always move, so allow yourself to feel the pain, however don't allow that to control you.

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