brokenhearts

Sometime back I believed this:
Sometimes, when two broken people meet, they end up healing each other. They fill up all the cracks that lie bleeding on their souls. They soothe the broken hearts into a peaceful rhythm. They have felt how much it hurts. So they care,they understand, they protect, they nourish and they last…. anonymous ( ‘coz I dont remember where i read this)

But experience showed something else, may be two broken souls can understand how it feels to be broken inside outside, they may care but two broken souls, two broken ppl cant help each other to heal. They simply cant fill up the cracks that lie bleeding. Infact noone else can heal the broken people, broken souls. It needs a lot of courage to soothe each other’s broken hearts into a peaceful rhythm. In reality, even if you are surrounded by so many ppl, but noone is coming to heal u, to save u. It all depends on u, how to heal n most importantly to know exactly wat u want to heal !! N in all this healing drama, time plays an important part ,’coz few stopped feeling these broken parts even though they knw broken pieces but feelings vanished!!

These quotes, words unnecessarily romanticized the things, give unnecessary hopes that oh someone will come who will soothe, apply soothing balm to the broken pieces…. but this all is bullshit n more stupid, bullshit n crazy are those ( like me😜) who wasted time by believing this.
In short, no two beggars can help each other, n also no richie riches can help them either……pratyaya singh #Emotions #Perspective #Broken #brokenhearts #brokensouls

Do you think your feelings of a broken heart are actually your heart breaking?
What else can be causing so much pain? 🤔

On March 9, 2017, my 17 year old nephew was the starting point guard for the Muenster Hornets in the UIL 2A State Championship High School Basketball team. It was an incredible joy for our family. Of course, I wasn’t able to attend because I was having a ventricular brain shunt inserted. As I listened on the radio and my husband and I texted back forth, I was so caught up in the semi-final games. Luckily I was released in time to go home and watch the finals on television. My nephew played wonderfully. I couldn’t wait to see him. Unfortunately, I had some complications and was on house arrest for the next two months. on Saturday May 20, my husband and his brother had gone to play golf early and I got the worst call of my life. My husband said that Cal had been injured in a wreck the night before and they did not find him until 6 that morning. I jumped in the shower all the while pleading with God that our precious boy be alright but at the same time I could feel in my gut that he was gone. We arrived at the hospital running into my sister-in-laws arms and all she could say was, “there’s no brain activity She’ll. Can that come back?”. Now I am by far a doctor but I was the only person she knew who had been around medicine as much as I have in that room. The only words of assurance I could give her was that he was in good hands and more importantly he was in God’s hands. We set at that hospital from 8 am until 10:30 pm because they wanted to donate what organs they could. His entire basketball, baseball & golf team came along with many other friends, neighbors and family. We left that hospital with a huge hole in each of our hearts and our entire family. You see, my box is not full yet because I haven’t been able to put away all of his playoff t-shirts, programs & pictures. I think part of my holding on is because my husband and I were unable to have children so his sister’s two children and my sister’s two children we basically consider our own (except we spoil them rotten and send them home). So I pray you Rest In Peace my precious John Calvin York September 12, 1999 - May 20, 2017 # #brokenhearts #rip #Basketballstar #MuensterHornets #foreverinourheart