Dear Broken-Hearted One
Everyone will feel a loss that strips them back to bare. It’s awful and it’s part of being human.
By Karen Young
Dear Broken Hearted One,
I’ve been where you are.
I know the loneliness, the messiness, and the ache that steal you.
I know the searing silence that comes at night before you fall asleep, and the lengths you’d go to to avoid it — keeping the light on, the music, the tv on low.
I know how empty space can be so heavy and thick with memories, that it can drive a longing so crushing it takes your breath for a while.
I know how it feels to not want to move — from the bed, the shower, the car, the house, the floor, but at the same time wanting to be anywhere else but where you are.
I’ve cried so hard and felt pain so intense that it was only that primal, automatic magical thing that keeps a heart beating on its own that got me through.
When someone walks away, it can feel like a personal assault.
So you wonder what you could have done, or how you could have been, that could have made the difference and keep the break-up away. Perhaps the answer is something and perhaps it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. The thing is that we humans are a glorious, beautiful mess — a bundle of parts with some that are close enough to perfect and some that are nowhere near it.
Not everyone will love you for who you are, but who you are will always be enough — better than enough — for the right person. Loving enough, funny enough, smart enough, strong enough, gentle enough, giving enough, sane enough, crazy enough, level enough, wild enough, beautiful enough. The imperfect, messy parts of you won’t matter. Some days they’ll drive them crazy perhaps, but never enough to matter. Never enough to break-up. They will love you anyway — sometimes despite them, sometimes because of them.
That’s what love does.
It makes the messiness of each of us not matter, then slowly, quietly and gently, it supports us in bringing the best version of ourselves to life.
If it doesn’t do that — if it feels hard, or fragile, or unpredictable then it’s not love in its most nurturing, healthiest form — habit maybe, fondness maybe, love in the best way they can — but not love in the way you deserve. In love there’ll be fighting, conflict, sometimes you’ll be crazy with hate, you’ll feel good, feel bad, want more of them, want less of them, but there will always be warmth, security, safety, a wanting and a fulfillment — and a view to the very best version of you.
People come into our lives to learn from us or to teach us and not everyone is meant to stay.
There are so many reasons for this, and none of them have anything to do with you not being enough.
Sometimes the person we want isn’t ready or willing for the bending and flexing it takes to be in the relationship at that particular time. Perhaps they want more bending and flexing from you, but so much that it will change you in a way that will make you less than you are meant to be. Sometimes, the growth just comes to an end, and the break-up that follows doesn’t mean the relationship wasn’t important or loving or exactly what each of you needed at the time.
It probably feels as though the world is different from the one you’ve known and for a little while, it will be.
Right now, something inside you is changing.
It might feel as though you’re falling apart — I get that — but you will come back together in a way that’s stronger, wiser and more powerful. That’s what heartbreak is all about. Few things have the intensity that can break us into pieces like that, and make way for compassion, self-love, and courage to fight to bring us back together, better than before closer to the best possible version of ourselves.
Every person will at some point feel the heartbreak you’re feeling now.
Everyone will lose someone who was everything good about the world. Everyone will feel a loss that strips them back to bare. It’s awful. It’s intense. And it’s part of being human.
The greatest thing to take from this is that everyone gets through it. Everyone gets up and moves forward and eventually finds themselves at a point where the heartbreak, the pain and the reasons it happened won’t matter. You don’t have to believe that. It will happen for you whether you believe it or not. For now, all you have to do is breathe, and get through today. Feel the love from the people around you and from those you’ve never met who have been broken-hearted too, who would right now send you armfuls if they knew your story.
We’re all in this human thing together.
Perhaps we don’t go through the same thing at the same time and perhaps not in the same way, but there is something about pain and grief that connects us. We all get it — wherever we’ve come from and wherever we are, we’ve known it — love, loss, wanting and longing. We’ve all been there, and we all make it through.
There is a version of this life that has a happy, strong, powerful you in it. Give it time. It’s working on making it’s way to you. When you want to — and there’s plenty of time — open your wild, brave heart and let it know that you’re ready.