My thoughts has always been inspired by the circumstances surrounding my everyday living. Lately, seeing dear friends go thru separation with loved-ones has made my thoughts travel back in time when my broken heart and shatterd dreams were a common scenario in life.
Personally, mending a broken heart has to be one of the most difficult journey any women has to go through. It requires a strong sense of commitment and belief in oneself to truly move forward. Unfortunately, when one has her heart broken, her love and respect for herself is as shaky as the failed relationship.
Quite honestly, I never thought I would fall prey. I am a self-made woman, respected in my field and I have but one standard, I want a loyal man. I am not expecting him to be a saint; all I would like is for him not to take any action whenever his testosterone level reaches maximum overdrive. But life indeed plays games with our principles because in spite of my resistance and a fool-proof plan…I did fall prey…twice in my lifetime!
I also succumbed to the horrendous nights of unending tears, tormenting questions of why, and a constant battle with my self-esteem. I have a personal blog that shows proof of all the crazy things I did for love. I never deleted any entries though, for as I've said, I am a strong woman, and I have learned that there is no shame in tears. Shame is when you allow the pain to obliterate the person you are. In spite of what happened I have not lost faith for I know that Love is always fair. It may be the raison d'être of my broken heart but it was also the foremost component in healing the wounds brought by separation. Inspite of how I feel, my personal blog serves as a reminder that inspite of the body-wrenching pain, I was able to move forward, love again and live happily with my husband.
There is no specific path to the road of recovery. One is as unique as the person traversing that road. But I believe there is one triggering factor that pushes one to finally accept her faith and move forward...the conscensious decision to finally heal what was broken!
My mom once told me, no amount of coaxing from relatives and friends, no amount of advise can make one feel better about her life, one has to DECIDE that it is time to end the pain and accept what has happened. This brought wonders to my life. I began to finally realize that as painful as it may seem, break-ups are opportunities dressed in dreadful clothing. But, it takes only the wise to see what good it can bring. Always remember your life is in your hands...
"So have faith, have courage, for you are not alone...hearts are broken everyday...but healing comes to those who yearn for it"
