The way our bodies and our brains react to heartbreak is nearly identical to the reactions that course through our bodies when we experience death amongst us. In either case, our society shies away from the notion that it is a necessity that our bodies, our souls, and the millions of little pieces of us which are greater than the sum of the total need the space to heal. Space, of course, being the vaguest of terms— there is no prescription or solution that can be given to us that will allow for us to pick up all of those shards of glass to put them back together into something they once were.
And we won’t be what we once were. In starting this journey of processing my own grief and heartbreak, I am left with the broken shards of glass that surround me everywhere I look. I have found a comfortable pair of shoes so I do not step on any pieces that might hurt me more and I have surrounded myself with so many gorgeous souls who are helping me to carefully navigate the scene. And throughout it all, I have found moments of admiring how the light seems to dance off of these broken pieces— I have found a glittering masterpiece before me full of color, light, and hope.
So this one is for you. For us. For the broken hearted who choose to create.
NRG Writes 