May I be happy again?

I’m not a fictional person, but I don’t want to peddle my identity. Nevertheless, I like to present my story because it can be a particularly liberating one for many people. My loss blocked me for a long time for new things. It is not about regaining a two-person relationship, but about lively participation in social coexistence. I had to learn to let go and understand that it cannot be a sin to present my features cheerfully. Everything that made me appear cheerful on the outside, I hid from shame, betrayal of my lost. The simple words – you don’t have to be sad – began to wear a lived moto today. Great grief must be revived – just as after a rainfall, the sun comes out again. Because with the light the facial features change and everyone would bump into it if the face remained unchanged.