After my one and only painful breakup, I cried every day for six months. Not snuffly little sobs, but crying that involved my whole body almost convulsing. I felt like a ghost, disconnected from everything and everyone. I wasn't sure that I even wanted to get better.
After about 8 months, the crying became less frequent. I found a good therapist and decided I wanted to live, even though I wasn't sure if enough of me could be scraped together to build a functioning person from.
Kept going to therapy, kept journalling, kept going the to park, fed the birds, did a lot of reading.
Slowly, slowly, started to feel better.
I was walking down the street one day and had to stop, because I had a really weird feeling that was kind of scary...
And then I realised what the feeling was:
I was happy again, after a very long time of being very unhappy.
Then I knew I would be ok.
It wasn't depression I'd been suffering from.
It was a broken heart.
It took me just under two years to fully heal.
Now I am a stably happy person, who loves life.
I love it more than I ever have.
So it took me a while, but it was worth the journey.