Dear you,
Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I’ve been broken too — not just once, but plenty of times. I’ve been broken by countless problems; whether it be from a failed relationship, a conflict in the family, a failure to achieve goals, an extremely painful illness, or a period of loneliness. I know what it’s like to wake up in the morning wishing you had just stayed in your dreams. These were moments of sheer brokenness — the kind of brokenness that drains you of the strength to be you and to do what you need to do.
Many times, I’ve cried myself to sleep. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t help but think and overthink; worry and over worry. There were days when I couldn’t eat or sleep. I would just sit still staring blankly into space; while all of my fears and anxieties crippled whatever was left of my broken heart. The pain would sometimes become too much to bear; making the sweet and compassionate person that I was transform into an easily-angered and hot-tempered monster. I would often distract myself by getting busy or having fun with friends and family. It helped me smile and laugh for a while, but at the end of the night, I would still find myself crying over the same thing.
