The truth is...I am sad. And it hasn't gotten easier. And I am afraid it will never get easier.
The truth is...I no longer believe them when they say "you will get through this and you will be stronger". I am afraid the best parts of me are lost and I won't get them back.
The truth is...I barely hold it together most days...and even the "barely" part is getting hard to manage.
The truth is...memories are like ghosts with a death grip on my heart. And it's easier to let the good memories wash over you until you are drowning.
The truth is...even when someone rips you apart, you don't stop loving them.
The truth is...you can read a million quotes or self help books about how "you are enough", but at the end of the day you are left searching for the why's and how's...and when you can't find logical answers you start to blame yourself. You find comfort in the old belief that logically all signs point to "you were NOT enough".
The truth is...I have no idea what I believe anymore. I find no respite in the idea of karma anymore, because if people get what they deserve...than I did something to deserve this? Do I still believe in love? In the human heart?
The truth is...I am scared there is "no other side" of this. That this IS what life will be like now. Just getting through the day. Until the next day. And the next. And that makes me so tired.
The truth is...I cry myself to sleep at night just wishing that this was a nightmare and I would wake up from it...and not find the pillow next to me empty.
The truth is...I feel selfish and ungrateful for all the amazing people in my life that I DO have, that DO love me, that DO care about me, and who have not left me or betrayed me. I hate that I give so much energy to the one who broke me, instead of the ones who try to hold me together.
And the truth is...you won't see this Amy. Not in person or on social media. You will see the smiling Amy. Lifting weights. Laughing. Telling jokes. Loving the pups, pig, ducks, and kitties. You will see the Amy that looks like she is strong and making it. I don't think that Amy is real. They say time heals.
The truth is...
I am afraid they are wrong.