My life felt unfamiliar. I had everything I once prayed for. Still, my tears kept falling as I mourned old versions of my life. The heart puncture that follows heartbreak isn’t just healed by time and space, a new love, honesty, and prayer, it also requires prioritization of self and choices that support growth and fulfillment.
In this life, I am learning how to put my needs first, even if no other person understands or agrees with my methods of managing my thoughts and emotions. The goal isn’t validation anymore, I’m walking the path that feels right to me. Other hearts may hurt along the way, but those are no longer mine to tend; I accept that. I learned how to love myself this year.
The nostalgia that follows the release of moving on lingers, but the comfort and joy attached to tomorrow sit on my spirit in greater ways. My process of saying goodbye and closing this chapter includes gathering the pieces that once broke me to put together a new narrative. Peaceful parting. Holistic healing.
“Time does not heal all wounds; it just gives them space to sink into the subconscious, where they continue to impact your emotions and behavior, what heals is going inward, loving yourself, accepting yourself, listening to your needs, addressing your attachments and emotional history, learning how to let go, and following your intuition.” — yung pueblo
I am building a better version of myself while also intentionally releasing pieces of the old. Two days, two weeks, two months, an eternity; the journey of release is always present. And in moments of doubt, when I question my blessings, I continue to remind myself I am exactly where I should be. I don’t have to figure everything out right away. I am the love I was missing. Forward.