A Little Spark

A breakup is one of the hardest things a person can go through. The person you once loved is suddenly no longer there for you. It’s so final in a quiet, personal way.

The person you once turned to for everything, shared your ups and downs with or call them up out of the blue to share a funny moment... just isn’t there anymore. It’s like a piece of your life has been abruptly taken away.

Unlike the grief of death, in a breakup the person is still alive, but they’ve chosen not to be in your life anymore.  And that realisation, that someone you loved deeply no longer wants to build a future with you , it hurts deeply.

Because the world keeps going, they keep going, and somehow you’re expected to keep going too, without any clear place to put your grief.

Breakups force you to face yourself in the quietest, most painful ways.To sit in the hurt, to feel the emptiness, and to slowly begin the impossible task of finding yourself again. Loving yourself again.You don’t want to, at first. But eventually, you start to realise,  it’s the only way through.

This kind of pain has a strange way of becoming a turning point. Not because you wanted it, but because it doesn’t give you any other choice. You either break, or you grow. And usually, it’s both.

Some days it will feel like the sadness will never leave. But over time, with patience and gentleness, it shifts. You start doing things that feel like you, just a little. You start treating yourself with a bit more kindness. And you begin to understand that healing isn’t about forgetting. It’s about learning to carry the loss without letting it define you.

Breakups also teach us how to be grateful, not immediately, but eventually. For the people who stay. For the moments that still feel good. For the small things that remind us we’re alive. They teach us compassion , especially for others who are also figuring out how to put themselves back together.

And maybe the most important thing they teach us... is faith. Faith that we will be okay. Faith that we are worthy of love again. Faith that even though we didn’t choose this, we’ll come out of it with something softer, stronger, more real.

So, if you’re in the middle of it right now, hurting, questioning, unravelling. Just know you are not alone. Feel it. Let it hurt. Let it break you open if it has to. And then, when you’re ready, begin again.