Written by Schannon Love

Since I’ve been in college, I’ve had quite a few “miscellaneous” relationships that have ended in disappointment. However, to have your heart broken is entirely another experience. To have your heart broken means that you’ve exposed yourself in the most vulnerable ways to someone you perceived as worthy. Personally, to have my heart broken means that I’ve allowed my heart’s protective barrier to not only be penetrated, but to be torn down completely.

Broken hearts, many times, result in broken spirits, and your spirit is what characterizes your personality and the functions of your mind. A broken spirit makes us question areas in our life we once thought were secure and stable. We subconsciously find ourselves asking “Why?” when there’s really no logical explanation. Those of us who have encountered broken hearts must go through a reconstructive period, piecing back together our lives, our identities, our perceptions, and our independence.

A dear friend of mine was plagued with a broken heart, and all I could do was offer her words of encouragement. It was not my place, or anyone else’s place as a friend, to criticize her and the choices she had made in her relationship. Though it is hard to avoid being judgmental when a loved one has been hurt, it was my responsibility as a friend to let her grieve in her own way. All I could do was offer my ear to listen, my shoulder on which she could lean and cry, and my encouraging words with hopes of enlighten her darkness. This is what I wrote her: Read more »

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