I remember a time a few years when I was going through some well, shit, and I just couldn’t see past it. I remember telling myself several times that I would never be happy again. Ever. But I still got up, went to work, spent every waking moment distracting myself from this empty feeling in my heart. I went out with friends, started a new hobby, became obsessed with that hobby, cried, cried, cried. Blasted music until my ears pounded and my throat hurt from screaming the parts of the song I knew. And I kept on keepin’ on because what else could I do? And life went on (as it does) and I repeated this cycle a few times (or a few hundred times) until I started noticing little moments of happiness pop up out of no where. One time it was at the grocery store buying my favorite cereal, another time I was sitting at home reading the last page of a really good book, I even had a moment sitting in traffic watching the sun go down when it hit me: Here I am, still alive. And not only that but I’m IN LOVE with this life I’ve built. •
Life’s chapters don’t always have a set beginning and ending. And happiness has a way of surprising you in the places you forgot to look. If you are going through a hard time allow yourself the time to heal. I remember people telling me during this time, “Like really? You need to get over this”. But there is no set time when you should be “over it”. All of our hearts repair at different speeds. And the fact that they eventually do is so insanely beautiful, don’t you think?