There’s nothing quite like the pain of heartbreak is there?

At it’s best it’s like living with a slow puncture. At it’s worst it’s like an iron fist clenching your heart; a bullet bouncing about on your diaphragm; the constant feeling of too much air in your rib cage.

Heartbreak fills us with self-doubt; we feel foolish for investing our hopes, dreams, energy and love into this other person. Did they ever really care?

We feel shattered and broken and empty that someone who was once our most constant is no longer there.

We feel confused and betrayed that the person that we could trust the most, no longer has our back. Worse still, maybe they have abused our trust so much that we doubt everything that we have ever believed to be true.

After all, if the person that you thought would never hurt you suddenly does so, how will you ever be free to love, trust, invest again?

It’s unnerving, it shatters our core and makes the ground wobble beneath our feet.

And yet, bit by tiny, incremental bit, we find a way to repair ourselves. We don’t even notice it happening but it does happen. At first maybe only a minute goes by when you don’t think about that person, then an hour, then maybe even a day, a week…

So when people say “no baggage”, they really are asking the impossible, and in my opinion are to be avoided. You can’t get through life without being a bit broken, a bit bruised, a bit torn.

But you know what? There is depth and colour to your scars!

The glue that has put you back together again, is your strength, your friendships, your learning, your utter fucking brilliance.

You’ve got this! You will survive!