Heartbreak is an altogether different thing. Disappointment doesn’t grow into heartbreak, nor does failure…It comes form the loss of love or the perceived loss of love…Heartbreak is what happens when love is lost.
Can anyone actually find a replacement for a lost loved one?
Isn’t there a difference between things and human beings?
I felt my aloneness like a coat. You think you get used to death in the dying. But after the dying is done, you see how the end is the beginning.
There’s something of a restorative quality about spring, where something whispers wild rumors of new beginnings arising from the seemingly dead seeds in our lives. There’s something almost cruel about it all, as if there might be some sort of truth about a new life actually being possible. Yet, maybe it is true.
No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.
When tragedy comes like this, at first it is complete. You do not need to think it over, or decide what it means. For it is far ahead of you, and the very act of acknowledging it means letting it go. But then it comes round again – and it goes through you and is worse than before.
Love is love,” I told her, as I tell all of my patients who are ashamed to find themselves shattered by the death of a dog. “Loss is loss.
Reap, reap the grain and gather
The sweet grapes from the vine;
Our Lord’s mother is weeping,
She hath nor bread nor wine;
She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven,
She hath nor bread nor wine.
You’ve got to trust yourself. Be gentle with yourself. And listen to yourself.
You’re the only person who can get you through this now.
You’re the only one who can survive your story, the only one who can write your future.
All you’ve got to do, when you’re ready, is stand up,
(and begin again.)