The heart is broken… it needs to be mended… not further hurt.
Time should be spent resting… not forcing your heart to take on any other matters.
…For resting is what prevents the heart from breaking any further.
Time should be spent reflecting… on your roll in the heartbreak as much as theirs… not running to distraction and suppression.
…For reflection is the stitching that strings back together the halves.
Time should be spent exploring… curiosities, hobbies, activities, interests, and joys… not dwelling or sulking or punishing.
For self-exploration is the medicine that heals the heart back whole. Not all at once, of course. But slowly… slowly… with each smile… each progression… each connection.
Your heart is yours to mend.
And as much as you might think that somebody else has the surgical gloves, thread, and healing cream for your heart… all they really have are words of encouragement, a means to possibly calm your nervous system, and the support that let’s you know you’re not alone.
The rest… true heart-care can only ever be administered by the self… with love.