APRIL 05 2019: How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?
How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?
Tips and tricks to heal your own heart.
By yours truly, Karla.
"I went away
far away
I'm sorry that I never called
I miss your love
What can I say (ooh)
I'm just a man who never falls (ooh)"
- Part-Time, Cassie (Won't You Be My Doll)
As I found myself digging through all the abandoned clothing in a antique wooden drawer, I found myself in a stage of shock.
A shirt with hand stitches spelling out "Chicanx Hunk" with an embroidered muscular arm holding a rose brings a nostalgic feeling.
The "Chicanx Hunk" title had been a slogan I went by for the solid years of late Sophomore and Junior year of college. Now, it was only a treasure embedded on a blue tinted shirt.
My tear ducts began to accumulate with moisture and the t-zone of my face ripened into the color red.
I always think about the past and it breaks my heart every time.
In my opinion, the heart break feels like the ending of a romantic relationship with loads of seagull shit on it.
Yes, it's disturbing. My point is that when you break your own heart with the reminisce of old memories it can suck a lot.
Most of the time, the memories just remind me that I tend to be more alone now on daily than I was during the prime years of the "Chicanx Hunk" movement.
Just recently I made a move to Long Beach so I can reclaim the independence I've had the past three years before the fall of finances and mental health. Also, the move was to surround myself with people of the same ambition and hunger for great company and success.
There is two roommates, two cats (including Dwayne), and myself under one roof, a street away from the famous dirty water beach of Long Beach.
I'm in a much better place now and it's great.
I made the last hoorah before the big move by heading to the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles. It's one of my favorite museums to go by myself when I feel discouraged in any creative way or if I feel sad. The day of the solo visit, I felt at home and safe. Exhibitions on late 60s, early 70s artists clouded the vision of my eyes and sight in a good way.
It almost felt as if the modern day tech world was behind me and the abstract politics of the 60s and 70s were present. The politics today however don't fall short on the peculiar part (but that's for another upcoming post).
Either way, the visit to the Hammer Museum reminded me how I LOVE being in solidarity and enjoying the world around me. I don't only feed off of other people's company but I feed off of the surroundings around me by myself.
Everything by myself seems like art and/or a movie where I can analyze every feature of it and even put myself into the context of it.
The solidarity does bring heart clenching moments but it also attracts healing moments as well. In solidarity, I think a lot about my family, childhood (of what I can remember), and personal goals.
The self-reflection makes me realize the dream world I can become attach to sometimes and the reflections become the "grounding medicine" I need.
After all, don't we need to be grounded at all times before the stick up our ass protrudes to the other side of our frontal pelvic area.
So, what do you do when you break your own heart? Do you simply move on?
No, you face it head on and heal with all the memories and emotions the heart break brings to the table. Ground yourself, and love yourself by doing so.
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