A Love Letter to All the Broken Hearts Out There

If you’re reading this, it’s likely that you’re heartbroken or struggling to heal.

I’m writing this for you, whoever you are. I want this letter to be your companion, like one of those warm, steady hugs from your mother, your friend, or the people who truly love you. The kind of hug you get when you need it most. I want this letter to be a refuge—a place where you can wrap yourself in soft blankets on a cozy sofa, a space where you can spend the whole day resting, crying, mourning, or doing whatever you need to release your pain. A space where you feel truly understood. I’m writing to give you hope, to remind you that you are, and always will be, worthy of love. I don’t need to know you to say this. Believe me, it’s true.

I want you to know that I feel your pain. It’s so heavy it steals your breath. The ache in your heart is real, as is the turmoil in your mind and soul.

I know you’re facing something monumental right now. Maybe you have people around you who support and care for you, or maybe you don’t. Perhaps your friends, family, or even your therapist (if they’re not the right fit) have grown tired of seeing you so sad. They might say you should “just get over it,” or tell you that "you'll be fine"—as if it's so easy, as if they’ve never felt this way themselves.

But it doesn’t feel easy, does it? Every time heartache strikes, it feels definitive, like you’ll never recover. Everything seems dull, empty, unfulfilling. Sadness settles over you like a cruel fog, seeping into every aspect of your life. You struggle to focus on work or anything that demands your attention. You replay conversations and thoughts endlessly, day and night. Sleep escapes you, or perhaps you find it hard to stay awake. Depending on who you are, you might lose your appetite or turn to comfort eating.

You keep asking yourself what you could have done differently to change how things ended.

Everything seems to trigger painful memories, and you find yourself on the brink of tears all day. You feel hopeless, like there’s a gaping hole in your life that makes you question whether it’s even worth living.

You’re convinced you’ll never smile, never feel joy, never love or be loved again. In those rare moments of clarity, you wonder if this pain will ever truly end.

I’m here to tell you that it will. I felt compelled to write this tonight, after five months of a transformative journey that began with my heart completely shattered, just like yours may be right now. Many experts say it can take up to a year to recover from heartbreak, but in my experience, healing can happen sooner—or it might take longer. The timeline is different for everyone, and that’s okay. I know it feels impossible at the moment, but I promise you, it’s not. My last heartbreak took nearly three years to fully heal, but this time, after five months, I can finally say I’m happy again. It wasn’t easy—far from it. The journey was tough, incredibly tough. And while the pain still visits me from time to time, it no longer lingers. It comes, but it doesn’t stay.

I felt compelled to share my journey with you, so I’m working on another story to help people like us learn to live, smile, and love again. I’ll publish it soon, but for now, I wanted to give you this big virtual hug. I know how much you need it. You need all the love in the world right now.

I want to end this post by expressing my gratitude to all the creators whose work was a comforting hug and a refuge for me during my darkest days. Their words inspired me to write this and offer a bit of light to those in the depths of heartbreak.

Much Love 💜