Break Up Rehab.

Here we go.

Your heart is pounding, your palms are sweating, it is over. Life just fucking sucks right now.

Welcome to a breakup. We all go through them. I happen to have lived through my fair share and like most of you, would rather not make a habit of them - but why do they keep occurring? Wrong guy? Wrong time? Wrong match? Infidelity? Money? Whatever the reason, they leave us feeling empty, lost and just plain hopeless.

I have always had a flare for love. I was great at it. I lived for the rush and paid the price many times, over and over. When does it freaking end?

I broke up with Peter 1 week ago. It was one of those breakups no one can explain. Nothing happened. There was no reason. It just didn't work! Don't you hate that? How come in a day in age where metal vessels can fly in the sky, how is it that we can't seem to master life's purest and most cherished gift - love. In my case, it appears as though it was a combination of wrong timing and wrong match. It was a shock to many, including me, but for whatever reason, this chapter is finished.

In a day and age where rehab seems to be the solution for dysfunction or addiction of any kind, what do us women do for the most paralyzing pain of all? How do we rehabilitate from a broken heart? Where is the rehab for the strongest and hardest pain of all?

This is my introduction and on my path to recovery, I refuse to find myself. I am creating myself. One brick at a time and from the ground up. Only up. There is no going back.

So let's go. Let's help each other and heal those broken hearts. One at a time.

The city has been haunting me with emotional landmines. The third time doesn't cut like the first (YES! We've broken up three times). You'd think any sane woman would run after the first time but sanity and love don't always mix. That's usually a sign to get out as quickly as you can and RUN!

As this is the introduction to my new blog, I will finish with this final thought and add on later.

Embrace ridiculous and follow your intuition.