I have been through the most painful experience of my life.
I have felt agitated by pain, unable to sit still or sleep through the night. I’ve had grief under my skin. I’ve found myself crying on buses, in shops, at my desk, and not realised I was even thinking about it. About him.
I’ve struggled to get out of bed, only to struggle to shower, and struggle to dress, and struggle to brush my teeth and look in the mirror and try to convince myself I’m better off alive rather than dead. And then struggle through another day, just so I can lay awake all night regretting myself.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve learned from them. I’ve made more. I’m still learning.
I no longer feel like I am going through this. It no longer controls me.
If you are heartbroken, or hurt, please believe me it will get better.
I had reached the point when I never thought it would. I spent 16 months in hell.
Now, I believe it’s going to be OK.
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