I’m carrying the weight of a broken heart

I’ve been carrying the broken pieces of a heavy heart around. There are days when I’ve become used to the weight and barely notice it, and days when I struggle to walk, and days I beg to put it all down, just for a moment. How can we keep breaking into more pieces? Where do we find a new heart within us to keep fighting and asking and praying for freedom? Until when?
Shana Tova.