This is my promise to you:
I promise that you will feel ok again. I can’t tell you when or why or how. It could be tomorrow, it could be weeks or months or even years. I wish I could tell you that today will be the day that you finally find your footing, but I can’t. I wish I could tell you that there is a solid answer out there waiting for you to discover it—I would paint the map pointing you in the right direction. I wish I could tell you the steps to take as easily as 1, 2, 3—I would give you the guide on how to get from Point A to Point B.
What I can tell you is that one day you will wake up with joy rising in your heart, and you will realize that the things that pain you—they hurt less now. There will be a buzzing in your chest that feels foreign to you, and you will realize that this strange thing is the happiness that left you long ago. I promise that euphoria in epic proportions will be yours again, it will come back to you. It will tell you that it is so sorry, but it had to leave you for a bit in order for you to learn this lesson. Sadness sows the seeds of growth, but only you can reap it when you are ready.
I promise that you will feel ok again, and when you do—it will be an even better kind of ok than before.