Three of my dear friends are currently in the throes of bitter heartbreaks. And, more than anything, it makes me weep for their ever thinking it has anything to do with their worth.
What a ludicrous idea!
These are three of the kindest, most brilliant, loving people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. The fact that they are hurting kills me. I wish I could take their hurt and make it mine. They don't deserve such sorrow.
And the truth is, their exes never deserved them, full-stop.
In a way, what a favor their exes did, letting these beautiful souls go, allowing them to venture on to the loves they deserve.
But the cost is what can almost blind us all.
When you're mid-battle of heartbreak warfare, you think of giving up time and time again. You question the point, feel as though you'll never find peace again. Recovery seems like a mythical place you only hear of people reaching.
But you have to keep on, keeping on. Not to prove to everyone that you can (because you can). Not to prove to your ex that they will miss you and regret their ways (because they will). And not because you feel the need to show your worth (you're already worth more than rubies, dear one).
But because you are going to come out on the other side. Thriving.
You'll find a love that never makes you question your worth. Only one that reminds you of it daily.
Someone breaking up with you does not diminish your worth.
It never does.
In fact, sometimes it can prove that your worth was merely too much for someone to handle.
Did you ever think of that?