💔 Healing a Broken Heart

There are few pains as sharp and disorienting as heartbreak — that moment when love slips through your fingers, and you feel as though your chest might actually collapse under the weight of it.

When it happens, it can feel impossible to breathe, to sleep, to imagine ever feeling whole again.

But healing does come. Slowly. Quietly. Like the first light returning after a long night.

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi

Heartbreak, in its strange way, opens us. It humbles us. It shows us how deeply we can feel — and that love, even when lost, was real.
The heart doesn’t break because it’s weak; it breaks because it’s alive.

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
— Kahlil Gibran

Time doesn’t erase what happened, but it transforms it. The same love that once hurt becomes part of your strength.
The tears that once burned your eyes make you softer, kinder, wiser.

You learn to sit with silence, to listen to your own heartbeat again. You rediscover your worth not in the eyes of another, but in your own reflection.

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
— Kahlil Gibran

One day, you realize you no longer ache when you hear their name.
One day, you smile without forcing it.
One day, you open your heart again — not because you forgot, but because you’ve grown.

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means remembering without breaking.