Sorry, man.
I'm still muddling through some heartache myself. I'm in the tail end of it, I hope. Not the first time, probably won't be the last. It's terrible, it really is. You ache, and you feel sick to your stomach, there's anger (not even necessarily toward anyone, just the situation and the perceived injustice of it), there confusion, and frustration, and frustration, and frustration. And it just all seems so wrong. And you start wondering what could have been, and what you could have done differently, and how much better everything could have been, and it makes it worse. The doubt, the uncertainty, the confusion. And it just feels like you're spiraling, like you're falling. And life just inches forward the whole time, and eventually it starts to hurt less. But damned if it doesn't seem to take forever. And what's sick is that at just about any point on your way to getting things together it just takes one slip, one misstep, one backtrack and it swallows you whole again. Like it doesn't really go away, just gets buried and it can be so easily dug back up. And it seems like the pain is the worst thing you can imagine, but the alternative is just empty. And that's worse. Better to risk heartache and fail, then to consign yourself to that. So you get knocked down, you get broken, you get scarred, but you have to move on, even if you need to do it by crawling your sorry ass further down that road. You've gotta keep going and try again, because it's important.