I noticed mental health and wellness has been a central topic in the media this December. I wasn't going to share more about my personal struggles this year. But I have been reading a lot about how sharing is important. It's cathartic but may also help someone else.
I had so many plans this summer. Being my first summer vacation in 10 years, I was excited. But plans fell through. A bad breakup will do that to you. My summer consisted of boxes of tissues and blurry eyes. Each morning I woke up -- my body aching, feeling as if I had been dragged 200 miles, kicked in the stomach and punched in the chest. The pain that radiated throughout my body was excruciating. Nothing seemed important anymore. I felt worthless and useless. It was an inner struggle to carry on every day, to see myself in the mirror, to do basic things like have a shower, get dressed and eat. I wanted to give up and give in so many times. I couldn't take the pain anymore. I even prayed to higher powers to let me slip away, to "go gentle into that good night". It was my mother that sat with me day and night. She witnessed my pain. I talked. She listened. She encouraged me to express my emotions, to "let the pain out" but not to give up on life.
Broken heart syndrome is real. I know because I experienced the symptoms. If you are going through heartbreak, reach out. Email (old) friends. Email family members. You can email me. But don't go it alone!
Let's hope 2023 is better all around, for everyone.
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