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Lost identity

Updated: Oct 27, 2022

One of the hardest things I had to learn was how to deal with my heart when I could feel it breaking.

Everything was becoming unbearable: breathing, sleeping, eating, leaving my room…

I could feel that I was slowly losing my identity, my will to live.

I would look in the mirror and not recognise myself, my eyes were empty and red.

Crying became a routine, that was the only way I could feel alive again.

I embraced the loneliness and I felt myself becoming one with the darkness.

I won’t say that someone broke my heart because the truth is, I was probably the one who shattered it into so many pieces.

Now I have to fix it somehow, I wish there was some glue for broken hearts, everything would be easier.

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