The other day one of my relatives said “BAD LUCK” after hearing the news of my separation. I was flabbergasted after hearing the reaction.
That led me into an ocean of thoughts.
When did I give anyone the right to conclude my life’s decisions without talking to me or without actually knowing the facts?
At one point I also thought, was it my bad luck that I got separated?
Was I lucky to get out of a toxic relationship?
People usually keep on repeating the saga of their heartbreak. Talking about sadness would not give you nirvana but moving on might. Yes, I went through a traumatic situation that took a toll on my emotional as well as physical health. Nevertheless, I feel I was lucky to get out of it.
A year before I did not know where to start. As of now, I am in the healing process and trying to cope up.
No one will tell you how to heal after a heartbreak or loss of a person, job or anything, that’s your job to do. You got to find that rope inside of you, hold onto it, take its support and you will be surprised and happy to see how fast you crossed the bridge and reached the other side.
Prima facie anyone can look happy but deep down everyone has their battles to fight. As it is rightly said, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. Coping up and healing takes a lot of energy, self-expression and self-awareness.
Although I’m still in the healing process. It hasn’t finished yet and I think it never will be over. Incidents of 2018 have permanently scarred my heart and I confess it has hardened the walls of my heart forever. I would never be able to heal from these scars.
Yet I am trying to Forgive, Forget and Fly.
“You forgive yourself for every failure because you are trying to do the right thing. God knows that and you know it. Nobody else may know it.”
– Maya Angelou.
As I wrote earlier in my other blog posts, I was a private person in terms of expressing emotions. With the sole intention of expressing what’s there in my heart, I started writing. It allowed me to make peace with my pain.
Expressive Art of any kind, singing, dancing, painting, writing, playing any musical instrument, sketching, be it anything lets you be YOU. Creativity allows you to express those deep-seated emotions. All these years I was running away from my emotions, my pain, my anger, the shame, and the grief; it was time I faced every single one of them. For the first time in my life, I did not demand outside help. I offered myself self-understanding, self-love and self-care.
I focussed on my own experiences and gave voice to my emotions through words. Writing became my sole resort to process my emotions, my safe place where I felt very comfortable.
All of us have fallen flat on our faces, failed and succeeded, was hurt and then healed. What was or is your source of Expressive Art that made you stand on your feet again?
I would love to hear your stories. Please share your thoughts and feelings in the comment section below.
Thank you so much for your presence here.
A lot more thoughts and words are on their way and you shall read them soon.