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There are Days
There are days when dealing with depression that you will not be able to
see past the melancholy. Days when you find old love letters that tear
open all the wounds of yesterday and of today. Old love letters that
remind you of how great your love was and of how great the loss of it
truly feels. Those days are devastating. No matter how positive you try
to be. No matter how you try to let go. The pain remains. There are
nights that your bed feels empty, large and cold and you fail
to sleep alone. There are days and nights that your mind knows that in
time your pain will ease, but your heart, your soul feel no end to the
melancholy. That is what true love is. It is not a sign of weakness to
feel. It is not a sign of weakness to regret. It is not a sign of
weakness to want the pain to end. It’s a sign that you are all too
human. Humans survive, it’s what we do. Know that you were fortunate to
love so deeply. Know that the tremendous amount of pain you feel only
reflects the greater amount of love you had and still have. To know the
loss of love is to have know the joy of love.
