Why does my heart feel broken all over again? What’s wrong with me?
11:51pm — From a Public Shitter
Heath Houston

It’s called grief. Let yourself grieve for a stillborn dream.

Grief is like that. It gets triggered. You think you’re over whatever happened then, whamo, the light slants across a table just so and the waterworks turn on.

There’s no rationalizing your way out of it. It simply is. Let it pass through you like a storm.

I can only tell you that the storms get less frequent and less intense.

Disclaimer: I am not a psychologist, nor do I play one on TV. Take everything I say with a grain of salt and call me in the morning.

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