Who would have thought that one dinner would change life around? I've spent months feeling sad, depressed, alone. I hole up trying to deal with it. Understand it. Feel. Grieve. In the end i just feel worse. And more alone. Finally i just can't take it anymore. And a simple text from a friend i haven't seen in months gets me out to a early dinner. I talk. I cry. We share. And i feel a little better. Only to feel horribly guilty that i feel better. What the?

I get home and i realize that the sadness is gone. The black cloud that's been hovering over me for months is gone. Again, guilty. The next morning i wake up and i realize I've had enough of this. All this heartbreak, all this pain isn't doing me any good. Doesn't help me, my days, my work, my life. So i make myself a pact. Every day, to do something for me. Go for a run. Take a walk in a park. Buy flowers. A book i want to read. Call a friend. Yoga. Buy cupcakes. Anything. Just one small thing a day just for me.

I still feel guilty, but it goes away quick. Because every time i do something,I see my daddy's face looking down on me and smiling. And i smile back.

And a small piece of heart break just went away.