Part I

In 2020, I broke up with my boyfriend. That moment shook my world, big time. Not just because of the breakup, but because after that, I was living life without truly being alive. I questioned the purpose of life many times. I was lost. For years.

Until one night, I prayed. Deeply. I asked God to return my desire to live.

He answered.

I realized I had never allowed myself to grieve. I kept telling myself it was for the greater good, that not being with him was the right thing.

But grief does not disappear just because it is denied.

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This is not about him.

This is about me, and how little I knew myself. I didn’t know that not every loss weighs the same.

And I feel guilty for the years I abandoned myself.