Dooley Noted: 8/12/2016
When your heart has been shredded, you find yourself on the floor trying to piece it back together.
The frustrations run deep.
You filter through each shard, trying to make sense of each piece.
None of the segments seem to match.
Tears blind you as you struggle.
If you’re there, I was in your shoes one year ago.
I was responsible for my heart, and I didn’t guard it well.
I loved freely, as if the one I chose was ready for such an avalanche.
My heart cracked wide open.
I didn’t pace.
I didn’t know a pace even existed.
Like you, i told myself I was prepared to be shattered – as if it were worth the risk.
So, you feed the shredder.
But you never know how you will feel until heartbreak happens.
And when it does, you watch your heart become mangled into unrecognizable slips.
You lay in a puddle on the floor, desperate to make sense of the shreds.
But if you don’t blind yourself to the periphery, you’ll see people reaching to help you make sense of the shreds.
My husband was first a beautiful acquaintance, offering me his trusted friendship.
All he wanted was to teach me to better help myself.
And as he did, I saw what my heart was searching for throughout my life.
I found a partner.
The best gift I have ever given myself was acceptance of his help.
And I return the favor to him every day as his devoted wife.
If you are heartbroken, please believe that I feel that pain.
But you must keep your eyes widened to the periphery and learn to accept help from those in your sidelines.
They may see you more clearly than you do right now.
As my heart and spirit are healing so nicely, I speak as living proof that one must never lose their full visual field.
Even if you are shredded, you can piece things together again.
The helping hands around you can facilitate the process.
I hope you see them and nourish yourself with their help.
You just may find helping yourself means accepting help in making sense of the shreds.
As always, it’s your call.
– Dr. Kathy Dooley
