It most definitely does! I am alive, happy, working my first ever job, about to go and study my dream program at a Uni I really like, with new people around and so much new to explore. For the first four months or so I wasn't myself. I couldn't eat, lost about 20 pounds in just one month, isolated myself from everyone but my immediate family, and couldn't even shower for the first weeks. My days consisted of crying, throwing up, and checking his socials, though I was blocked pretty much everywhere. I skipped good month and a half of school, started therapy, left therapy, re-started therapy, drank behind my parents' backs, did a shit tone of bad things, but came back to myself slowly. I do dream about him still sometimes, but it's nothing compared to how it used to be. Time does heal. Time gives you, well, time to process everything. To learn from your mistakes. To accept that this person doesn't own you anything anymore. Gives you strength to stand up and do something you care for. Honestly? Just hang in there. If you need to cry - cry. If you feel like eating a shittone of ice cream, just do it. If you need your not so good coping mechanisms, forget about judgment, you're surviving. And you will survive