Healing a broken heart is never an easy process....

For years , I've sit with my grief and gulp all the regret in my room and still find a piece of myself empty and void. Nothing ever fills me ; I'm a glutton who doesn't know what it needs.

The habits I'm trying to leave, the people i miss, the urge to go back because everything seems hard hurts more than I can imagine. My heart is heavy despite the emptiness, and every night I keep wishing it will be better when I open my eyes tomorrow.

It gets worse on some days, and okay-ish on others.

I find myself letting go, moving on from things I shouldn't keep in my life yet I keep going back to the good memories and wondering if it's all necessary.

If only there was a time machine, I would have never put my heart through such hell. The steps I'm taking ahead are so unrecognisable at times, i feel like I have barely moved.

However, i know it, too, that i am removing myself a little more each day from the things I can't keep.