Beautifully Grieving

Grieve. Grieve the daydreams of white picket fences, children, marriage, and love. Let yourself feel every emotion and let it shatter you to your core. Don't be afraid of the future and let yourself feel empty with disappointment and rejection. Don't tell people what they want to hear when they ask if you're ok, answer them truthfully. It will get worse until someday it doesn't. That numbing pain and tight throat will subside and you'll finally be able to pick yourself up. Erase every trace he ever existed because with objects come memories and with memories come tears. Trust me, taking away the objects will not take away him. Only you can do that. Remember he left, not you and you cannot be blamed for someone else's actions. The memories will haunt you and I'm sure one day when you have enough courage to finally dream of the white picket fence again, you will tell your daughter about the boy who ripped out your heart. You will be giving her the same advice, grieve. Grieving is a process that could take weeks, months, or years. The beauty it brings is your journey. Only you can decide when it's time to stop daydreaming and stand up and fight.

A friend once told me that when you can see again you will no longer feel trapped, but free, and when you do, shout it at the top of your lungs until you believe it. So whoever you are, and whatever story you grieve, know that the processes is your own. It may take some time but know the road ahead is filled with nothing but strength and freedom.