Monday, January 11, 2010
 

Broken People - an article from The Star dated 10 Jan 2010.
http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2010/1/10/lifefocus/5432372&sec=lifefocus


Broken Heart Syndrome
http://ijn.com.my/new/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=155%3Asuffering-from-a-broken-heart-22-marchy-2009&catid=68%3Anewsroom-2009&Itemid=48&lang=in


People say, time heal all wounds...I never actually believed it. Well, tried to....but never actually believed it.

New memories covered the old wounds, make the memories duller and numbing the pain. But can it really heal? Might be time enables us to look at the tragedy objectively....so that we can extract new information from it.....extrapolates new theories. But time, can never ever actually erase the pain.

For those that just fell from their pedestals, reach out my dears...fb, twitter, blog etc...reach out to your friends. We are always here, to provide support and catch you. Being alone would be too painful. Your heart would feel crushed, the rhythm of your heart would stumble and stutter, you could not breathe.....you would feel choked, each breathe that wou took would rattle inside but still you would be out of air. Insomnia, pain all over your body, headache....all these pains seem familiar ain't it?

Broken-heart can kill dears.....so reach out. The more people that you could talk to would lessen the pain, and dull the memories. Take the edge off from the pain...and as they say, misery loves company. So surround your broken heart with friends, activities and love.

And even tho most of us are broken inside.....we are still useful in other capacities. Keep in mind of the kettle that is leaking water, yet served beautifully as a flower pot.

And hope do springs eternal.
 

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