Dealing with heartbreak

“Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.”  ~D. Love

Crying used to be a rarity for me.  Still is if we’re being honest right now – and I am.  Lately, I’ve found myself lost in hurtful and negative thoughts; unable to speak past the lumps in my throat.  This happens when I’m driving, sitting still too long, waiting in line at the store, waking up, in my sleep (maybe not, but it sounds plausible), and numerous other places.

When we find someone, we are most often not looking for anything serious or long-term; but we find them anyway.  For anyone who has ever felt the free-fall of love, “inconvenient” and “impossible” suddenly become obstacles you are willing to leap over like an Olympic athlete.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?  Everything.  Everything can go wrong.  Just know that what you have yet to learn, life will always find a way to teach you.

You may be head-over-heels in love, but hoping and reasoning does not make a commitment – heartbreak is not just for kids and teenagers.  Adults still suffer through heartbreaks.  It happens to all of us at some point.  When it does, it feels as if your world is being blown to bits by a huge rejection bomb. 

There is no easy way to handle a heartbreak.  I have tried meditation and exercising until I fell into bed, exhausted, only to stare at the ceiling (walls) until the sun came up.  So where has all this introspective thinking led me?  I’m still trying to figure that out, but I did come up with three talking points.

Side note, I think everyone needs to experience heartbreak to break their heart open to feel other things.  But I digress, so let me continue with my narrative.

Point one:  I need to love myself enough to not try to put things back together.

Point two:  Forgiveness is the hardest part, but it’s also the most rewarding.

Point three:  trying to change myself to fit the relationship is NEVER going to work.

The Hallmark-like part of this narrative would be something like:  we need to be gentle with ourselves during a time of great heartache.  The real-world statement would be something like:  not getting what you want is sometimes just what you need. 

I’m not very proud of this piece, but that was never the point of posting it.

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