I was 19 years old. I remember feeling so hopeless and irreparably broken. How could I live the rest of my life with this gaping hole in my chest? Surely, life is not worth living when the pain is always there. It hurt so much, and I felt like it would last forever.
Time went by. And I cried and cried every night. And every day, I got up, did everything I had to do, and I did them well. Little by little I noticed that some days I would forget. Some days I was okay. Things got better – something I thought would never happen. Eventually, I was okay.
I’m now 23, and my heart has been broken in more ways than one. But this time, I go through it with the faith that I will be okay. If I could do it, not just once, but twice, then certainly I can do it again.
I might not be okay today, but tomorrow I will be a little bit better. This small comforting thought gets me through the day.
I’LL BE OKAY! 🙂