Masterpiece ⚡️ on Nostr: I realized that the hardest part after a heartbreak is not letting go, enduring the ...

I realized that the hardest part after a heartbreak is not letting go, enduring the pain, or accepting everything that happened. The hardest part of dealing with it is learning to love myself. I know that I have to learn the hard way. I have to stop blaming myself for everything that happened, and I have to stop telling myself that I am not enough or that there is something wrong with me that made someone leave. I have to stop questioning my worth after the betrayal and disrespect that I have experienced. The hardest part is learning to love myself after the person I loved so dearly ruined my self-esteem, broke my trust, and ripped my heart into pieces. The hardest part is convincing myself that I am still lovable, despite the fact that I've been feeling so unwanted and unvalued. Nobody really knows how heavy and painful it is for me because everybody sees how resilient I am. Most people would always admire my strength, but they never saw me behind my mask. They never saw me kneeling on the floor, silently crying in the darkness, and trembling with pain and fear that I felt inside my chest. I am the weakest when nobody's around— and that's all because I feel so unhappy, unwanted, unvalued, and unloved.

The hardest part after a heartbreak is not moving on but convincing myself that after everything that I've suffered, I am still worthy of love and that I still deserve all the things that I begged someone to give or show me. The hardest part is choosing myself when somebody has already stopped choosing me, walking away from someone I prayed so hard to stay in my life forever, and forcing myself not to give up on myself after someone who is so precious to me has already given up on me. Believe me, the hardest part is learning to love myself after everybody made me feel like I was so hard to love. And I cannot say that it's okay, because the truth is, it is tremendously painful to feel this way. My heart is always aching, and it beats so slowly as if it is having a hard time to bear all my feelings, but I can't do anything but just cry and fall apart. Because it is what it is, I cannot force someone to love me the way I want to be loved. And sometimes, I will just be left trying to convince myself that I will be alright.