Does it get easier?

This is the first time I’m writing something and I’ve already started on a heavy note🙃

My question is what should I do to fill this void in my heart, the continuous pain in my chest, tears rolling down my eyes without taking my permission. I’ve asked a lot of people, read a lot and everyone has the same thing to say, IT GETS EASIER. I’m not a fan of this advice honestly. It’s been 2 years and the wounds are still fresh as new.

Sometimes this loneliness seems a curse and sometimes a bliss. But mostly a curse. How can you be okay knowing someone you love with all your heart is out there having the time of his life and you’re here just pondering over the thought that “ What if everything had turned out just the way you had imagined it to be?’’

I feel some people come in your life for a purpose and once that purpose is served they walk away so far that no matter how hard you try it won’t ever be the same.

But do let me know “ If it gets easier.”

9 thoughts on “Does it get easier?

  1. Life is often painful. Rather than offer you bromides, I have a book recommendation by the Swedish writer, Fredrik Backman, Anxious People. It’s a fiction book I just finished that will likely make you laugh and cry. I find both can be healing. Be well.

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  2. It doesn’t get easier, it just gets less raw and grief has no permanent expiration date. The unfortunate reality that hits most of us really hard is that we cannot control others, and if we did we wouldn’t feel fulfilled regardless. One day you’ll feel less raw and the next something will remind you of your pain all over again. As time marches forward… it will shrink from being your only waking thought. Until then, seek to find joy in the mundane. Our happiness should never be reliant on any one person alone. That’s a burden that’s too heavy for anyone. You are amazing. You are worthy of unconditional love. You deserve happiness. Don’t look for it in others, look for it within yourself. Meet your own needs first.

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