When things end, you find it difficult to move forward. It could be the end of a job, a relationship, a friendship or just familiarity. Whether you were left or you did the leaving, it hurts just the same. You might stay stuck in that moment, trying to relive all that was lost. It's a vaccum and you've been told you need to try to get out of it. You'd try to lock it up; the anger, the hurt, the frustation and shove it into a corner of your heart.
To turn cold as ice, hard as a rock. That's what trying to get out of it means, right?
But isn't leaving bits and pieces of yourself in others and carrying pieces of them inside you a consequence of being alive? So why this need to rush and feel better?
You know the only way around it, is through it. But what if you're not ready to walk through it yet? There's no standard timeline that needs to be followed. It's okay to just sit with it. Till you know it's time to get up. Till you realise it was an ending, and not the end. You'd learn each ending makes way for a new beginning, you get to create something new and there's no need to replace the thing you lost. You learn to accept and carry all these pieces in your possession as your own. You use the space to grow. And before you know it, you're already moving.