It’s been 4 months since my first breakup. It gets better eventually but trust me that healing really isn’t a linear journey.Just cried out of sadness for knowing that someone took my love for granted and abused it in the worst way.
As bad as I’m feeling right now,i am so grateful that even though it was my beloved person who stabbed me on my back,i got to learn some lessons out of it.
The 1st one is to let the next person that want me prove me their words and gain my trust. Never trusting easily again for just that trust to be broken.
2nd lesson I’m taking from it is that I discovered that I’m stronger than I thought i could be just when I needed myself the most. Came back from ashes and raised like a phoenix.
3rd lesson is that i’m learning more of myself,learning that there’s more to live and love except of a relationship. I’m getting to love myself the most,to embrace my journey,to give love to myself and my body,to prioritise myself and my mental health. I got myself to gym and I’m building the body of my dreams slowly,i’ve started to draw sketches back again, started journaling whenever i feel like writing my thoughts on a notebook,took myself on a date to theatre,tomorrow i’m going to watch a piano show at an Opera palace and much more.
I’m on my journey and this journey is about discovering myself 🤍