SophieJ Life Experiences

“Does a breakup get easier over time?” That’s the question people keep asking me lately. Honestly, I don’t have a straightforward or comforting answer.

Who can say how long a heart will ache for someone, even after the relationship has ended? Love doesn’t always fade just because the title is gone. It lingers, it echoes; it’s a language that simply stops being spoken, unfinished, untranslated, unanswered. And sometimes, there’s no closure.

Let me be clear: Closure is a scam. Yes, I said it, loudly and clearly. What could someone possibly say in a final conversation that would suddenly make your healing easier or your growth more profound? Seriously, how would not having that last conversation actually prevent you from healing? Ask yourself that. Be honest.

But these days, the breakup I want most isn’t with a person, it’s from the news. Because I’m tired.

From Gaza to Mexico, sliding through Congo, Haiti, and Sudan… my heart breaks repeatedly. It shatters in silence and in headlines, in the pictures no one wants to see and the stories no one wants to hear. I genuinely don’t know how much more I can take.

How are human beings capable of such cruelty, turning on each other for the sake of greed, power, or ideology? I won’t normalize it. I refuse to sit quietly and accept this version of reality as just “how it is.”

These days, I feel either enraged or incredibly sad. There’s no in-between. With nothing to distract me, not even a harmless little crush or fleeting fascination, I’m left alone with my thoughts. I have all the time in the world to feel what’s going on. And let me tell you, I feel it deeply.

It’s overwhelming.

I honestly have so much more to say, more heartbreak to acknowledge, more truths to uncover. But for now, this is where I’ll leave it. Because sometimes, even words need to catch their breath.