Recovery from misery

And I was having a perfectly normal and tiring day, until I saw him with her. Again. No matter how many times I see the same scene, the same look and the same realization strikes, I fall apart. So I ran into my bus and I could feel the pain expand in my chest, I could feel my heart drown in misery and trying not to choke on my own tears.
It’s time now, it’s going to be okay. It’s time to let go, because no matter how much you tell yourself that you can’t get over it, there’s always a voice in your head that’ll believe in your recovery.