Somehow I thought this would be easier to manage. That life in its infinite wisdom would shine a light on my new purpose and I would just journey forward into that. But it’s hard to journey ahead with a broken heart. It’s kind of like trying to run with a broken leg. You just sort of bleed out everywhere, and eventually you pass out or throw up from all the fluid loss. Wounds need time to heal. Healing is entirely necessary for growth.
Sure there are things you can try to grow without the use of much of your heart, like money, or a cactus. Neither one of which is a very good cuddler I might add. Sure money can buy you temporary friends who will only be around as long as you can provide the entertainment, but at the end of the day you still have to live with yourself and the cactus and trust issues.