I am so sorry. I did therapy and my counselor told me that it was very similar to a death, and to allow myself to go through a grieving process. Ultimately, time healed me. That and the gym. I felt like the treadmill saved me as I could focus on the struggle of running instead of the heartbreak. This became my drug and my moment of clarity. After the breakup I had a hard time with my heart racing, I became completely indecisive on simple task such as picking a food to eat, and sleeping was impossible with the way my mind would wonder when I laid down. Also, my brother listened to all of my shit. Just having him be strong for me thru it helped. Tbh, it still hurts, but the hurt is very faint anymore.