I never really handled it well. I just became good at hiding it. I stayed quiet about the things that hurt me and carried everything alone because I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. There were nights when I cried myself to sleep and mornings when I forced myself to smile like nothing was wrong. People thought I was strong, but the truth is I was just trying my best not to fall apart. I kept telling myself to keep going, even when my heart felt tired all the time. Some pain doesn't leave quickly. It stays in you quietly. But somehow, even with all the tears and heavy feelings, I am still here trying every day to heal little by little.