• woman wearing silver-colored ring holding heart

    Protecting your heart and state of mind

    Half my life, I’ve been protecting my heart so damn hard I subconsciously isolated myself. I haven’t grown cold, though, just wary.  I am not incapable of attachment, I’m just cautious. The thing that leads you to protecting your heart is that you start recognizing the patterns that once hurt you. You, being a good-natured human being and all, never understood what disrespect and mockery looked and felt like. So you gave out a lot of chances to the people who, often through jokes, put you down. The very people who kept taking advantage of your kindness thought they could do it endlessly, without consequences, and you kept giving them…

  • woman with blond hair lying her head on her knee on a black sofa

    The evergreenness of emotional pain

    I know stages. So many stages that I now know that the last stage of anything usually means it’s either blooming or dying. (There’s no sugarcoating in the human experience.) The extent of some physical invasions by diseases can be classified by stages nowadays. Neat. It doesn’t mean it makes things easier. I think it’s our human nature to not want to know what lies ahead — I blame the fear of the unknown. But it can’t be a bad thing either knowing how you’re going to end. Anyway, all this preambling is just to ask: does heartache have stages? We are well aware of the stages of grief (denial,…