Being Brokenhearted is honestly the worst thing that’s ever happened to me
Heartbreak is one of those things that once embedded into the heart becomes impossible to forget. It’s not just sadness; it’s something that can rip apart from within when least expected. All the years and periods don’t matter, that gut-wrenching pain may again surface on you, like a flood in a droughty season.
It’s like you’ve been in your ordinary, everyday life — working, going out with friends, working on whatever — then, out of nowhere, a song or a memory. It gets a hold on you, like the weight of it settles across your chest. You might think you’ve gotten past it, you feel healed, but, fresh as it has felt since the minute it happened, there it is again.
Heartbreak doesn’t have a timeline. You could wake up feeling just fine, and something as simple as being in an all-too-familiar place or hearing someone’s name can undo everything. It’s not melancholy; it’s that emptiness, like something was taken from you and no matter what you do, it is never really replaced.
The Lingering Pain
It’s a persistent feeling, too. It never goes away completely, even years later after building yourself back up again and moving forward to enjoy new things. Instead, the right conditions are created for it to quietly wait there for the right time to make its reappearance.
What makes heartbreak special is that it feels very personal. Everyone experiences it differently, though we all share in the overwhelming sense of loss. It is that unfinished ache, those unanswered questions, and the dreams that were once so near but now are out of reach.
Yet, despite it all, we manage to learn to live through it. We still proceed with an acquaintance of knowing that pain will flow. It sometimes makes you wonder:
does heartbreak penetrate the skin? Does it trickle down generations? Is it possible that heartbreak, like the color of our eyes, is something that is passed on down in our DNA?
