Heartbreak is one thing; my ego is another. I beg you, don’t embarrass me, mother*****r. Hats off to Sabrina because I think she cracked the code of what it means and how it feels when relationships indeed ends.
Don’t get me wrong; the emotional rollercoaster encompassed with heartbreak is not an easy ride. But it is a ride. There are good days, and then there are really, really bad days. Once in a while, we reach the peak and fall back on our faces again. However, one thing we often overlook when it comes to the intensity of emotions is that they won’t be there forever. They’ll subdue. They’ll waver. Eventually, they will die just to be replaced with the next tragic hit in our life stories.
Our ego, on the other hand, does not like to be wrong. We must understand that our ego is not the bad guy in our biographies, but it plays a pivotal role in what it lets us access and what it suppresses. Acting as the bodyguard to our subconscious, it’s scared. Scared of what could be behind the curtain, even if it was good. So, it rather creates the bubble it needs to feel comfortable. Nicely put, it always wants to be right. Thus giving permission to feel those emotions but will not accept being wrong.
If this doesn’t showcase the true nature of why we all, in some shape or form, are dissatisfied with our lives, I don’t know what does. We emphasize stroking our egos so much that we don’t let our emotions feel what they must.
So, please, please, please, don’t let your ego (cognitions) drive your moment’s emotional capacity and behaviours. Sometimes, that ego needs to be put in its place for you to realize that the true heartbreak is in the fact that you were in a relationship you had no place in, not that it ended. It’s all about the transitions.
