Heartbreak Is Like Breaking a Leg
Day 19/365: And just like breaking a leg, you can survive it
If you read my “69 Things You Should Definitely NOT Know About Me” post, the 10th fact about me is that I broke my leg, the same leg twice in my living room. When I think about it now, a broken leg is a lot similar to a broken heart.
You know, when you love someone and that someone acts like he or she loves you back, but then he or she doesn’t and screws your insides? Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. You don’t know? Oh, you lucky duck…
The last time I broke my leg was back in December of 2015. It was right before Christmas and I was putting up the decorations in my living room. I have a small fabric chair, more like a miniature coffee table that you can sit on and I was using it to help me reach the top of the door. One slip of the leg later and I was down and in so much pain, I almost blacked out.
“Injury taught me I need to learn how to face challenges” — Shawn Johnson
When I looked at the leg, the bottom part of it was ready to pierce out of my skin literally, just bellow the knee. I guess that’s the tibia bone, which dislocated as I felt. I immediately grabbed it and stuck it bak in, God is my witness that I’m not lying. I punched it back in, I swear to God.
Once that was dealt with, I went to the ER, had an MRI and all the great stuff, because they wanted to make sure I didn’t do any serious damage to the bone in my idiotic, but salvatory move of punching it back into its slot.
Ahead of me where 3 months of recovery. In the first week, I was not able to even sit on the leg. My mom would drag me to the bathroom so that I could do my business and then back to bed. I was in so much pain, even the idea of walking was sending shivers down my spine.
“If you’re going through hell, don’t stop” — Unknown
At the one month mark, I was starting to make some progress and was able to walk outside of the house and into my front yard for a couple of seconds, before I’d be pushed back in the house and suffer because of the trip. But it was my doctor’s orders to do it, so I did it regardless of the pain.
During month number two, I was starting to make some progress but was still unable to fully use my leg. I was using my other leg to support the injured one, which was getting easier. By the end of month three, I was able to drive and go to school and do the normal things just like before the injury.
Althought I’m now fully using my twice damaged leg (by the way, I also broke my hand once riding a hoverboard) I still have some permanent damage that remind me ever so often that my leg was seriously injured. Sometimes when it rains or the weather changes, I can feel it in my leg.
“The tongue is a small thing, but what enormous damage it can do” — James 3:5
Other times my leg would just dislocate for a fraction of a second like it’s about to get bad again, but it’s just something that happens as a side effect, permanent side effect to my primary accident.
I can fully use my leg for walking, running or biking, but sometimes it just gives me these signals that it got tired and I should behave accordingly.
Getting your heart broken is very similar to getting your leg broken. Think about it. You get screwed and for three months, give or take depending on your involvement, you are sort of useless. The first week is the worse, you can’t eat, sleep, you can’t even walk. It physically hurts to walk. I know, crazy to think about.
By the end of month one, you barely leave the house and you get to know your bathroom and front or backyard really well. At the three months mark, you get out of the house and slowly start to get back on the line, but as you might be aware already, that doesn’t come on easy.
“That awkward moment when you think you’re important to someone, but you’re not” — Unknown
Of course, there’s permanent damage that you take every time you get your heart shredded into pieces. There’s doubt that you’ll ever be able to find someone to trust and love and cherish ever again. There’s guilt that maybe you were the reason why it happened the way it happened and there’s fear of the unknown because you can’t know anything and that might hurt you.
Reuse your heart
Yet, that doesn’t mean you should stop using your heart forever. As with the leg, if you were to stop walking for a week every time you’d feel a little pain in your tibia, where would that lead you?
This applies even to the heart itself. Use it, challenge your fears and demons and leave the past behind as much and as frequently as you can.
“No beauty shines brighter than the one of a good heart” — Unknown
Overwrite new stories over the old ones. Let yourself breathe and get better because dwelling on the past and on that permanent damage will never serve you well. Yes, they’re there, but those feelings, they can’t paralyze you. Be brave and show them you’re much better than some aches and pains.
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My name is Gabriel Iosa, I’m a 25 years old travel enthusiast, food lover, Psychology student, full-time freelancer, writer and Instagram fanatic. You can follow me @gabrieliosa, and if you liked this post, give it exactly 44 claps!
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