Part 7 of Confessions of a Late Bloomer is about the kind of heartbreak no one warns you about—
Not the crying-on-the-bathroom-floor kind.
The quiet kind.
The kind where your heart, so bruised from trying, decides to go still for a while.
In this chapter, I talk about the year my heart went numb.
What it means to lose not just a person, but a version of yourself you thought was whole.
And how healing isn’t about rushing back to feeling—it’s about learning how to tend to your heart when it goes quiet.
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