My Wolverine Heart
I know, I know that "Wolverine Heart" is not a real or correct term. I just made it up, and if you keep reading you will understand why.
Most of us have gone through some type of heartbreak. We lost someone dear to our heart, and the pain and grief we've experienced seem as if they'll last a lifetime. And sometimes they do. Usually there is a scar left behind to remind us of it all.
My first real heartbreak and the intense suffering it brought, seemed never-ending, and it left me stunned, confused, and just plain broken. It was the worse pain I had ever experienced.
my heart shattered into so many pieces I couldn't tell it was a heart anymore
The healing that took place was intense. I had to:
Acknowledge my pain and stare at my broken pieces.
Pick them up, hold them and grieve the loss.
Put them back together to mend in order to resemble the shape of a heart once more.