A Penned Letter to a Heartbroken Friend
Dear X,
I know you’re hurting inside. To some degree no amount of words can really ameliorate the pain you’re experiencing at this point in time. Therefore, I write this letter not necessarily to strip away the heaviness (for I know this is great), but to provide a sense of perspective, reflective solace and maybe hope during this tumultuous time.
The heart is an incredible organ. Its capacity to love never ceases. And while you may feel yours is tattered, torn, numb at this stage, I can guarantee that with time, it will heal. It may not be tomorrow, it may not even be in 6 months time, but if there is one thing you can trust, it is that it will feel whole again.
The brain however is both a blessing and a demon in disguise. Its thoughts can both entrap us and enlighten us. Its wandering nature at a time like this, replaying parts of history, re-analysing our every action and word, chastising ourselves for who we are fuels the pain and deepens the emotions. The trick is to not let this run off uncontrolled. At times like this, we are our worst enemies.
Because I can tell you, X, that you have everything within yourself to grow, recover and strengthen from this experience. You may not see it now, but there is a purpose to this pain. Life is such that if we take the risk, want the highs, seize the challenge, we often come out tattered, worn out, weathered at the other end. Does it mean we choose to play it safe? Of course not. All it is is that sometimes we have to forget what we feel and ultimately remember what we deserve. Sometimes we have to get through the worst, to get to the best.
For now, take the time you need for yourself - I promise you, someday it will all make sense.