Learn to breathe again, my love. Learn to move on. Grow from it. Do not let the world turn you bitter. Do not lose your faith in humanity. Understand that some people simply haven't grown yet; simply haven't learnt. You are doing okay. I can assure you of that. If you are here, reading this, you are making a wonderful start to recovery and I am so proud. I would be thrilled to have you speak to me.
However. I don't know if everything is going to be okay. I have no clue. I don't know if it will ever stop hurting. If you will ever get over it. If you will ever love yourself. I don't know if it gets easier. I do know that it must be worth waiting it out to see. Just in case. What have you got to lose, eh?
Forget stardust-- you are iron. Your blood is ferrous liquid. When you bleed, it reeks of rust. It is iron that fills your veins and sits in your heart. And what is iron, really, unless it's forged? You are iron. And you are strong.