Hearts break when we try for too long to love around our deepest wounds.
Sometimes trying bravely to love around the wounds, is love. And it took great courage and grace to be this way, because the wounds were not trivial.
No one told us, we were supposed to love ourselves too, and sometimes the greatest form of love is letting yourself stop; stop loving around the wounds, stop fighting, stop loving so bravely, stop breaking.
Do the bravest thing.
Be broken and let the pieces fall. You cannot love around those wounds any longer. Now you must love through them, and you must BE loved through them.
That’s what wounds are for. That is what they always were for. They feel like they are in the way. Look again, better yet, feel. They are the way.
Rumi said: “The wounds is the place where the light enters you.”
If we let our hearts break. This is how we let them mend.
You have all the power. You always did. Real power is the courage to be broken.
I know I always say that no one else is coming, but you yourself were always more than enough, the truth is you don’t actually need anyone else. We all need people, but not to save us. We save ourselves. You know this.
Please share this with whomever has a breaking heart, or whose has never fully mended. It is time.