How to heal a broken heart. But before we get to that, how to preface this blog entry? I’m not devastated. I’m not particularly depressed. There’s just this imprint on the back of my psyche. A lot of time has passed and I am a lot better. So, with an eye toward the future, I wanted to do something symbolic to take these residual feelings and relegate them to the past forever. Here are some ideas from various sources on how that might be achieved.
Vices: Sex, alcohol, (junk) food.
Distraction. [See also: Vices.]
Religious/Metaphysical Practices: Prayer, voodoo, chants, meditation, affirmations.
Creative expression: Songwriting, writing in general, drawing, painting, video.
In the EPK for Boys For Pele, Tori Amos talks about Caught A Lite Sneeze:
Caught A Lite Sneeze specifically has nuns on it. More than nuns. Nuns invoking this myth of the female God energy. It’s really about a relationship and she’s kinda given herself away so she’s trying to get pieces back anyway she can. I mean, whoever works at that point. And if it’s Inanna or whoever. And if it works calling her in the church to evoke a little ass then you go for it.
This sentiment resonates with me because I feel like I gave pieces of myself away, pieces of my identity and certainly my confidence. I made a lot of judgments about my self-worth as a result of not having those feelings reciprocated.
Creative Consumption: Books, music, movies, poetry.
Jeff Buckley’s Grace receives notable mention here.
One of my favourites came courtesy of Twitter user @ambrosemrosie:
I like to read a book. I say to myself, ‘by the time I finish this book, it won’t hurt anymore’. And then it doesn’t!
Treating yourself kindly. Loving yourself. Looking after yourself. Reaffirming your own value.
Time. Distance. Perspective. Philosophy. Humour.
Making room for new things, new people and new feelings. Building towards a future worth having. Living life.
Know any others?
