Nights are the hardest.
That might not make sense to you, but since my ex-boyfriend just broke up with me this past Friday (it's still weird calling him that), I've found the hardest times are at night. These are the times I normally take to relax and these are the times I talked with him on the phone.
These are the times when I can't shut my mind off.
When I'm busy during the day, I'm okay. I can hold it together fairly well because, well, with my schedule I barely have time to think about the work I need to get done let alone what's happened lately. But night is different.
If going to bed at 7:30 was a viable option, I think I would take it. But it's not. And that doesn't really solve the problem either because I just lay in bed and think.
I've had to come up with some "coping" mechanisms... really they're healing mechanisms.
I process. I blog. I journal. I cry. I pray. I read Scripture. I listen to Jesus music. And somehow I have begun to heal.
The thing about healing is that it doesn't take place overnight... as much as I would like it to. God's timing isn't mine. But His healing is the best. And even now He sends encouragement and love letters to provide a balm to my heart. I still have a long way to go with my healing, but it will come.
Healing is a process. Nights are hard, but Jesus' love is greater. Nothing can convince me otherwise.