I never knew silence could be so loud until the day they left. It was not just about losing someone; it was about losing the version of me I had built around them. I spent weeks trying to “stay strong,” but strength doesn’t always look like stoicism. Sometimes, strength is sobbing into a pillow and letting the grief move through you like a thunderstorm. What helped me was not pretending to be okay. It was writing . Writing saved me. I poured my confusion, love, and rage into words until they made sense. In every heartbreak, there’s a message. Maybe not right away, but it's there. Mine was: You are still whole, even with a broken heart. 💬 If you are grieving, let yourself unravel. Because in the unraveling, your true self finds the space to breathe. Have you found healing through heartbreak? Share your story in the comments--let’s remind each other we’re not alone.