The only good that comes out of a series of heartbreaks is that, while you are having one, you know that you will get through it and be fine after.
People who live guarded, or doubt that you can be hurt by anything but by your own thoughts, are out of touch with passion. Maybe they don’t have a pulse. It is certain that these people live on a plane so shallow, or mechanistic, that you, a creative being, can not join them.
You get hurt. It happens. Yet, you can be confident that you will not fall apart, that your life is not over, that you don’t have to take drugs to stand it, that you can move through it without defending yourself, catastrophizing or injuring yourself more.
Self-compassion is key.
11 July 2015