Its no secret my life is messy. It just is. Things don’t always go as planned, and that’s okay. They’re not supposed to. I’m not supposed to have everything figured out at the ripe old age of 21. So it shouldn’t have been surprising when I spent a week barely being able to get out of bed.
I thought my heart had healed from the hurt that I’ve been through. I thought I was starting to finally move past the resentment and the anger I had been harboring in my heart. And I could not have been more wrong.
Because here’s the thing about having a broken heart. You might think that you’re over it. You might think that you’re starting to move on. But there isn’t a timeline for it. You don’t say “Okay, it’s been 3 months so I’m good now.” No. It haunts you at inconvenient times. It comes out when you think it won’t. Your heart is on its own timeline and there’s nothing you can do to control that.
But know that even though the pain will slip out at inopportune moments that means that you’re getting over it. Because your heart will start to heal. And these moments will be farther apart. And if you find yourself in the same dark place I was in this past week, don’t push your heart to heal, just let it take the time it needs.