Personal Rebirth after Heartbreak

Heartbreak is a painful feeling but has a way of opening us up. It can strip us of the illusions of who we are, our roles and the parts that we play, and the worth that we have tied and attached to someone else. While its cut hurts deeply, that cut opens up the places where pain lies and reveals to us places rarely unseen about ourselves. Appropriately, and we should consider the opportunity to gain here, it provides us with the prospect of returning home to our inner selves. Despite losing our identity as a partner to someone else, we are allowed an opportunity to regain the feeling, the passion, the remembrance of who we are behind the veil.

Love that has seen its presence expire does not leave without the remnants of the parts it played in our relationships and within our lives. I’ve had the reverberation of unresolved hurt echo in my ears many times….what did I do wrong, why wasn’t I enough, what more could I have done, or why is this happening to me? These types of uncertainties aren’t without value or purpose, but often that valuable purpose is misplaced. Personal heartbreak doesn’t equal unworthiness; it inspires rediscovery of the parts that you may have misplaced because your mission was focused on how to love someone else.

Natural instincts may tell us, OK, let’s find someone or something else to redistribute this version of love and loving to. But consider the fact that maybe we should slow our movement forward down just a bit. Unhealed visions don’t prosper by jumping back out there without the concerted effort to find rebirth through healing. Rest in the silence of solitude to regain restored sight. Recalibrate. Find the peace of redefining and the beauty of becoming again.

Redefining you is an act of self-benevolence. Like what was mentioned before in another post, leave judgment behind. Consider the practice of speaking to yourself with kindness rather than dragging yourself down the road of self-blame and self-loathing. Being broken can be beautiful; there is an art to putting together a puzzle for the first time (or putting one back together again).

There is an irony that exists within the confines of love and being in love. When love is broken or when love is stolen or taken away, peculiarly enough, it’s love that rebuilds you OR it’s love that finds its way back to you when you believe that you need it the most. One day, with our force or coercion, when you are least expecting it, it’s love that heals pain. Love heals through rebirth. Make your rebirth kind.

Being alive is a gift. Learning to love is transformative. Forgiving yourself is compassion.

Stay mindful…

Rebirth