Today, I lost someone again. And as I tried to come to terms with it, a burst of bitter-sweet laughter escaped my lips. But then, reality hit me like a ton of bricks.
Loss is like a sharp dagger that relentlessly twists and turns within wounds that never seem to heal completely. It feels as though a part of me has been ripped away once more, leaving behind an indescribable ache that seems to pierce my very soul. The pain is so intense that even tears cannot alleviate it.
One would think that with time, the pain would lessen and it would become more manageable. But the truth is, it still hurts just as much, if not more.
Losing someone close to me feels like a heavy weight that crushes my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
However, losing myself is a pain beyond measure.
It is an agony that lingers, never fading away. It's a wound that I must learn to live with while pretending that it never happened. It's a constant struggle to find the pieces of myself that I've lost and to carry on, hoping that one day the pain will ease, even if just a little, hoping that I would find myself again.
How do you cope with loss?
No one gives us a manual.
We simply wander, hoping that we are doing the right thing.
