It’s been a little over a month since my horrible breakup and it is true when people tell you that you’ll eventually get over it and that every day will be a bit easier. Granted, the week following the breakup was hell on earth. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest; I couldn’t breathe; I felt dead and numb. But, as I write this post, I must admit that not being with him doesn’t really phase me much anymore. Honestly, I feel free. There was so much stress surrounding our relationship during the last six months that I really wasn’t happy or enjoying life.
With my newfound freedom, I’ve found myself exploring the city I call home. Experiencing new things, tasting new things, trying new things and forging new friendships with new people. Becoming independent has always been difficult for me, but I am finally coming to peace with it…and it’s exciting! It takes a leap of faith and trust to believe that God has nothing but the best in store for me, but relying on Him is what I must do.
In the meantime, I’ve found myself spending more time in Tower Grove Park. And what a park! Surrounded by all my plant friends, I feel quite at home.
I recently began a good book, “Surviving the Loss of a Love,” by Melba Colgrove, Harold Bloomfield and Peter McWilliams. Even though it was written in the 1970’s, the collection of reminders, advice and poems that put into words exactly how you’re feeling still holds true in 2018.
I’d like to share one of my favorite poems within this book and it really describes my current outlook in this healing process:
One thing I forgot: after the pain of parting comes the happiness of healing. rediscovering life, friends, self. Joy.