La tempête

       Heartbreak feels like your whole body is inside out and you’re scrambling to figure out how to put yourself back together. Your body does not even feel like it is yours anymore, it is now owned by your grief. Walking through life, I feel like my name tag should say “Hello my name is: A Shell of a Person.” I don’t want to compare my grief to anyone else’s, because we are all individual unique people with different relationships, experiences, and feelings. My heartbreak is not like yours. It is not easier than yours, nor is it harder than yours. My heartbreak is just mine.      They say grieving someone who is still alive is harder than grieving someone who has died. I can’t say that for a fact, all I can say is it fucking sucks. I can say that with the current heartbreak I am experiencing I have sobbed at the same extent and volumes that I did when the most important person to me died. When someone dies, they do not choose to leave yo...

  Written before the healing:      Here we are, past the pain we thought would never end and born a whole new person. I envision that every day has taught us something new and if it didn’t that’s okay too. To learn or not learn is a choice and I know we’ve made the right one. The only person that you must worry about accepting how much you need to grow and learn is you. We have been judged for how much we didn’t know in the past, but how much we know is relative. Everyone has different life experiences. A quote has resonated with us deeply, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”      That’s how I know you’re so much better than you were, and you’re getting better every day. You’ve accepted that it is okay to love and care about people immensely. You’ve learned to cook new recipes, words to new songs, and facts about other cultures and religions. You’ve figured out how to shed ideas and beliefs t...