Fragments of a Dying Dream: A reflection on karmic love, soul unraveling, and the sacred grief of letting go.

Grief doesn’t only visit when someone dies.

Sometimes, it arrives when the dream of someone dies.

When the fantasy fades.

When you realize that the person you built a future around was never who you thought they were.

This post is not just about heartache.

It’s about the subtle death of a karmic connection—the kind of love that sets your soul on fire, only to leave you sifting through the ashes with trembling hands.

💔 The Five Stages of Grief in a Karmic Breakup

You’ve probably heard them before:

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.

But no one tells you what these stages actually feel like when you’re dealing with a love that tied itself to your skin, your health, your nervous system.

This is how I lived through each one:

🕯 Denial

I thought he was it.

Even when he withheld. Even when he lied. Even when my body screamed every time I caught him hiding something. I told myself it was just fear. Just overthinking. Just the past showing up in my present.

I denied the signs—because admitting the truth would mean the dream was dying… and I wasn’t ready to let it go.

🔥 Anger

Anger didn’t show up with yelling.

It showed up in my skin.

Between 2018 and 2022, when the relationship was at its most toxic, I broke out in eczema so severe I could barely function. My hair began falling out. My body was inflamed. My weight plateaued no matter what I ate—or didn’t eat. I lost my job. My health. My home.

And I still held on.

My body was screaming what my mouth wouldn’t say:

This love is killing me.

🤲 Bargaining

I tried to “earn” the version of him I first met.

I tried to be understanding, patient, forgiving—even when I was the one being hurt. I believed if I could just hold the mirror long enough, he’d see the reflection and change… but he never did.

And I now know—he never intended to.

🌑 Depression

This was the darkest part.

I wasn’t just sad. I was humiliated.

I had given him the most honest, raw, spiritual version of myself—and he discarded it like it meant nothing.

The proposal came too late. The betrayals were too many. The closure was hollow.

I felt stupid for loving him. Embarrassed for defending him.

Ashamed for staying so long.

And yet… I still missed him. That’s the cruelty of karmic love. Even when it breaks you, you still crave the illusion.

🌬 Acceptance

Acceptance didn’t come through him. It came through me.

It came when I stopped checking his socials.

When I stopped hoping he’d evolve. When I wrote about it—not for revenge, but to reclaim my story.

That’s when Fragments of a Dying Dream was born.

Every poem, every page, was a lifeline back to myself.

The book wasn’t about him. It was about me surviving him.

📖 The Book That Was Born From the Ashes

If you’ve ever loved someone who nearly ruined you—this book was written for you.

If you’ve ever felt unseen, unchosen, misunderstood—I see you.

And Fragments of a Dying Dream will hold your hand the way no one else did.

📘 Buy the book here: Fragments of a Dying Dream – Amazon UK

(Available in paperback and Kindle/ audiobook format)

💌 Final Words to the Reader

You’re not crazy for still feeling them. You’re not weak for having stayed. You’re not broken for loving hard and losing harder.

But you are worthy of softness.

Of peace.

Of a love that doesn’t demand you shrink or bleed to prove your worth… and I promise you—what’s waiting on the other side of this grief?

Is a version of you that knows her power.

If you’re navigating your own karmic ending, or if you’re still tangled in the aftermath of one, I would be honoured to hold space for your healing.

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