A lot of things can break your heart. But the heart can only be broken if whoever/whatever broke it meant the world to you. We can break our own hearts, others can break them. Either way it’s excruciating. Someone broke my heart. And I am here to write about my progress in moving on from this person. My hopes for this blog is that people can relate, so those who have felt this know they’re not alone.
I won’t be supplying details about people, or places, or specifics on the situation. I am simply writing about how I feel day to day so I can look back and I can remember how it felt and I can be proud of myself for moving on. It has been two months since we stopped speaking and these are the journal entries over that period.
So here goes nothing, here is my story of Moving On.