Breakups are tough. I forgot how they felt until recently. All you want to do is sleep and cry, sometimes simultaneously. You feel completely broken. Your heart feels like it literally breaks. Your chest is tight. You feel like you are going to vomit at the thought of food, at the thought of your ex, and at the memories of your relationship. You dwell on the past and the future at the same time. Everything you thought you would have has now, somehow, become nothing. It takes every little bit of energy you have to stand up. When you shower, the water coming out of the showerhead is encouragement to cry and have it drowned out by the freshwater and the sound. When someone asks how you are as part of their greeting, it takes a lot for you to respond without spilling exactly how you feel. Instead, you lie and continue on your way, fighting back the tears. You live in a fog, trying to function, and trying to not break into sobs at work. Breakups are the worst.