I get it. I've been there. Right where you are, in that moment of complete devastation with no idea how to move forward or if you even can move forward, wondering what just happened. In that moment of shock where nothing makes sense, replaying it all in your head, trying to figure out where you went wrong and what you could have done differently, and I just want you to know that someday, in hindsight, this is all going to make sense. Someone choosing to leave your life happens for you, not to you. Space has been created for something new to take his place, maybe a new and improved relationship with a more mature you and him, maybe something else entirely, but I know how much it hurts, especially where you're expected to get up every day and be of service to others, and so I know it's not easy to see opportunity where you feel despair.
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It’s been years now. Years of not feeling like myself. Years of doubting my decisions and what I want to create + put out. Taking one step and then losing my sense of momentum. Having a morning of inspiration and feeling flat again by the afternoon. Writing helps, but I haven’t been doing it.