Diaries of a broken heart

Monday, March, 31st, 2025

I didn't realize the expression having a broken heart was so real. That I would feel an emptiness in my chest. That I would feel like someone physically ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it in a thousand pieces. That I would be on the ground, hurt and trying to mend all the pieces back together. That breathing would be near impossible. That my tears would run down my face, and that there would be no stopping them.

How am I supposed to survive? To keep my heart open, to not close it off forever to protect it? How do I keep being real, authentic, fully myself when all I want is to build a wall and hide my heart forever?

Will I manage to forget the immense pain and one day fall in love again and risk this heartbreak again? Is it true that it's better to have loved and have lost than to have not loved at all? Cause right now I would say the opposite.

I go through the motions, follow my carefully created routine and put a feet in front of the other trying to live with this hole on my chest, with this overwhelming pain.

I know they won't be with me forever but it's so hard to see it now. To have hope that little by little I'll feel better, I'll feel happy and I'll feel whole again. That I'll come through this chapter stronger than ever.

I wish I could know of you miss me as much as I miss you. If you think of me as much as I think of you. If you're as desperate as me to run into each other's. If every song remind you of me like they remind me of you. If you wish you could go back to yestetday just to hold me in your arms one last time again, like I wish to.

Writing helps. Like somehow putting pain into words is easing it. Making my chest feel a little lighter. Maybe a little hopeful as well. Hopeful that this pain will ease. That I'll survive. That I'll be fine again. That I'll be happy again. That one day, all of this will be a distant memory.

A safe space on Earth

Writing saved me so many times in my life. Helped me get over difficult, hurtful or shitty situations. This time is no different. I seem to only write when the outside world is a mess. It becomes my safe space, where I can safely express my feelings and tumultuous emotions. Where the messy becomes a little organised, like writing them down, taking them out of my head and body makes me lighter. Makes them bearable.

Maybe I have too much on my head, maybe I think too much, maybe my emotions are too strong. And I need this safe release or I might explode. Or break. And not in a pretty way.

I often wonder how other people live. What's in their heads, what do they feel, how do they feel. Are their emotions as strong and powerful as mine? Do they feel like it's a tsunami ready to take everything on its way? Like they might drown in them, unable to come back to the surface to catch a breath?

Being sensitive was always something I hated about me, hating how deep I could fall, how hurt I could be, how broken I could feel.

Now I know that the other side of this coin is that when I'm happy, I'm happy. That any emotion - good or bad - are multiplied, strong and they fill the whole of me. And that when it's positive, beautiful emotions, it makes it worth it. 

So until then, I'll do my best to keep my heart open, to float safely in this tsunami, letting this storm wash me clean, knowing that one day, the storm will have passed and the waters will be calm and safe again. 

With love,

Léa. 

Gloomy days...

Wednesday, 20th of May of 2020

Sometimes it feels like your whole world is spinning and you can't breathe.

Sometimes your heart is heavy and you're fighting tears.

Sometimes you just want to crawl into bed and forget about the world, forget about responsibilities, forget about plans, and the future and all you want is a break.

It happens, and you know what? It's fine. It's OK. As long as you don't let those feelings and emotions take control over you. As long as you know you're a fighter and you will stand up again. As long as you remember those are temporally feelings.

Because you know what? You will get out of your bed, you will see the sun shining through the clouds, and you will be stronger. Stronger because once again you bounced back, you stud up again.

Because slowly it will become easier, because with time you see and find solutions. Because with time and distance every problem has a solution. After all, if there's a problem there's a solution, and if there's no solution then there's no problem, right? ;)

Little tips for anyone needing them:

• Even on the worst days (actually, especially in the worst days) make your bed, put on cute clothes and get ready. You will instantly feel a bit accomplished and most importantly you will feel better.
• Music. Music always helps. Put on your favorites songs and dance around the living room. Dance like no one is watching.
• Breathe. And remember everything is temporally.
• Do a mind map. Write on a piece of paper everything that spiral in your head. Then one by one find solutions and/or people that could help and/or what steps you need to do. Remember to also write your feelings, and once everything is on paper, take a bit of distance with all of it. It will help you see clearer and realize there are solutions for everything or options to explore.

With love,

Hope and belief.

Thursday, September, 18th, 2018.

Who is there when you need it the most ? Who is by your side as your world breaks down ? Who hold your hand when you feel alone ? Who is cleaning your tears when you are crying on your own in the bathroom ? Who is hugging you, whose arms are here when you are breaking apart ? Who is the only person who gets you, who understands what you're going through ? YOU.

You are.

You are the only person by your side, every second, every minute, every day of your life.

You didn’t make it here, to only make it here.

You didn’t braved all those dangers, conqueered all those fears, just to be here. You were meant for more, for much more, for deepper pleasure, for greatter happiness. Believe it. You have to, because if you don’t, who will ?

Life is like a walk in the nature. And you didn’t made it though the dark, through that thick forest where you though you were lost forever, you didn’t dronw in that river, that ocean of doubts and fears, you didn't survived all of this to only come here, to only make it here. You were and you are destined to great joy, and pure love. Love of a friend, love of a family, love of a partner, love of a child, whatever LOVE means to you, and whatever life has in store for you.

Is that what we call "hope" ? Is that how we make it through life ? Is that the point ? Believe that someday it will be different, life will feel lighter, every breath won't be as hard, every though won't be so dark, every heartbeat won't be so painful ?

I don't have all the answers, and I don't know if I really want them, but what I do know is that life can't be this, it can not be so hard and difficult. Call me an utopist, call me a little girl, but I choose to have hope and to believe that one day I will look back on my life and I will be able to say "I made it". I believe that one day happy kids will be running next to me and that the hand of an incredible man will be in mine. And I believe that every hard, dark moment will be on the past and I will be able to say that it was all worth it. After all, those moments made the women I am today and I love her. She made the best with what she had and even through she took breaks and she cried and she doubted, she made it, she never quitted.

To everyone out there that is suffering, I understand, and if there is one thing that I can promise is that behind every storm there is the sun, there is happiness, there is LOVE.

So please believe it, and never stop fighting, never quit. You will make it to the sunny days and you will be proud of you. It is all going to be worth it.

Believe it.