5 minutes ago
It took me too many years to learn this.
Every cliché saying about loving yourself first is true.
I wish it wasn't. This is much harder.
For a long time I hoped the love of another would fill in the cracks of my self-worth.
That never happened.
Finally, I put decided to go down there myself. I grabbed some spackle, a knife, and bucket full of humility. I found my heart and took a good look at all the ugly, twisted cracks. I cried. I wallowed in self-pity. I wrote bad poetry. I watched sappy movies. I got bangs and immediately regretted them.
Then, I filled them. I filled them in with school, writing, art, friendship, and self-care. It took a long time, and new cracks pop up every now and then.
But I'm no longer waiting for someone else to fix them.
Have you ever used a journal or writing prompts to guide your path through heartbreak? What was helpful for you?