There will be a moment that you look back and it will not cause you pain anymore. You will not tear up, you will not get angry, and you will not get that awful knot in the pit of your stomach. You will look yourself in the mirror and say, "I made it." That's when you realize it.
At one point you were so broken you couldn't even say his name or look at a picture of him. Some nights you were walking into your best friend's room, falling on the floor, and crying hysterically for hours. During the day you were coming out of the shower, falling to the floor in your robe, and sobbing uncontrollably. You sobbed so long that day that your friends had to pick you up and dress you themselves...literally. Every day you were so depressed that you hated your life, yourself, and no longer wanted to live. Then something happened.
Then there's another day. One day, like nothing, you find yourself willingly looking back, and you realize that, all of a sudden, you can look at pictures, reminisce, and feel that one sensation in your heart that you searched months for: peace. That's when you know you're not a victim of heartbreak and depression. You're a warrior who has rebuilt herself stronger than ever before. You woke up every day, fought, and won. Congratulations.
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