My heart's been shattered like a mirror, but I'm slowly piecing it back together
It's been a tough journey, one filled with pain and sorrow. My heart, once whole and vibrant, has been shattered into countless pieces, just like a fragile mirror. The cracks run deep, and the pain feels unbearable at times. But despite the darkness that has consumed me, I'm slowly finding the strength to put the pieces back together.
Each shard represents a memory, a love, or a dream that was shattered. It's as if a storm swept through my life, leaving nothing but broken fragments in its wake. But I refuse to let this devastation define me. I refuse to let it consume my spirit entirely.
The process of healing is slow and delicate. It requires patience, self-care, and a willingness to confront the pain head-on. I've learned that it's okay to grieve, to feel the weight of the loss. It's okay to acknowledge the hurt and allow myself to experience the emotions that come with it.
