Hey there, the best answer of this question can be explained as if one do hard work (laboring) from early in the morning to mid night getting 100$ and instantly a thief steal that money.
I wrote an article about this kinda thing actually.
Being heart broken in some ways is hard to explain. It's like feeling your entire world crashing down upon you at once, like somebody is trying to rip your heart out even though it has been thoroughly crushed. It's like trying to get up but everytime you do you just get knocked back down.
It's like walking down a long twisted path you no longer have a map too, it's like trying to swim in an ocean yet you have four cinder blocks tied to your arms and legs, it's like your trying to dig a whole but everytime you toss the dirt aside more gets spilled inside the whole.
Getting heart broken is terrible. One moment you can feel like your over it, all is well, then next thing you know your on the front porch crying while getting soaked in a downpour of rain. True Story.
It's horrible, not being able to know if you can continue on, whether or not you even want to live anymore.
That's what I felt anyways.
First, my blood turns to ice water. Then my breath seizes up, like the ice water has been dumped on me. (this is the first initial betrayal I feel that starts the heart ache) Then my face contorts, constantly evolving as the emotion sets in. Then there is this sobbing experience where I cannot control what is happening or my hyperventilation. (that takes about fifteen minutes or more to get under control) Then my face and my fingers and toes start tingling while I catch my breath.
After the fist initial shock, I operate how I normally do, except I stop what I'm doing once or twice and (despite my best efforts,) relive the pain.
After a few weeks, I am only distracted at night, when I try to keep my mind busy by finding something to do. (art, poetry, church, volunteer work)
There is no escape from this, only healing. But I have to make an active decision to forgive and move on before I will feel better.
It was the greatest pain I have ever experienced. My chest felt like it was caving in and I also felt like a piece of me had died. From there on, it has been difficult for me to ever trust anybody. Difficult to have faith in a good outcome. Everything came crashing down shortly after. I almost ended up homeless, and have been drinking almost regularly. The difficulty of life increases by 10 fold. You become depressed and begin to see everything in only black white rather than seeing any actual color. Now I am starting my life over and have completely cut off anything than can potentially bring me that kind of pain. It is not something I will ever allow myself to experience ever again.
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This is a really good question!
Pretend you are holding your heart in your hand. Now throw it at a thin glass door. With the heaviness of the heart, the glass shatters and the shards are scattered across the floor. Imagine that you have to walk over the glass barefoot in order to get your heart back. You literally have to feel more pain to gain ownership of your heart again.
People take pieces of our heart after it has been broken. 9 times out of 10 they don't do anything with those pieces of us. We're shattered, like glass on a floor.
Mass depression, the desire to be away from people and internal brooding are signs of heart ache....
What it takes
What if pain and hurt drenched your soul and you couldn't stand the way each moment it stung you to the very core. It feels as if a nightmare found it's way and stands jeering before you, taking pleasure in the insufferable agony. Everyone thrives in temporary bubbles of happiness hoping that would suffice for a lifetime. We are all dementors, living in someone else's bubble of happiness until it is snatched away too and all we're left with is, stitched pieces of an imperfect being. Tattered, torn and worn off, unimaginable disappointment creeps in and when we look around, all that one sees is a pool of torment. What if tears were a mirror of the moments you've really lived, all those times when each tear that fell carried a story of its own. When everything wells up inside you urging you to let it all out but all you have is you who'll understand the thousand memories that flutter by. That moment when all you hold onto is hatred just to assure yourself that there's a flicker of humanity left. But do you have what it takes to curb this inevitable hurt and destruction of self that follows? Do you see yourself standing tall when the pain wraps itself around you leaving no space for you to breathe? Have you seen pain take a life? Have you seen a smile slip away when pain ended up winning the verdict? Have you ever survived pain? Have you ever tasted the bitter grains of pain that leave a bad taste afterwards? Have you felt the texture of pain, felt it cannot be held in your hands anymore? Have you read the story of pain? Have you witnessed pain destroy an entire nation? Have you carried pain around as if it has become a part of you? The definition of pain may keep morphing through ages. Pain takes a different form in every life.
I feel empty inside. Nothing matters anymore. It feels like I am just existing, instead of really living. I have gone numb, like just going with the motions, without really feeling anything. I have started wondering why am I living, have lost the sense of happiness, sense of belonging, like no one would care if I stopped breathing tomorrow.
I guess this is it how it feels...
aahh, that feels!! The torment winds up noticeably overpowering so you shout and cry at the hurt that is transpiring. All over the place. Everything harms. There is a physical torment: a consistent migraine, consuming eyes, a genuine to-God hurt in your chest, queasiness, body soreness. There is a mental torment: steady addressing of him, yourself, the circumstance, reconsidering each subtlety of each expression said and each occasion go, over intuition to the point where your psyche is a consistent buzz of relentless activity with no core interest. You flip between detesting him for harming you and despising yourself for giving it a chance to happen.
it hurts i'm going to lie its like when you meet someone its like a song, an unfamiliar melody, you like the beat but you don't quite understand the words yet but you keep listening to it over and over and over again everyone asks you 'how about you listen to another song?' but your so addicted to the song you fear that you won't find another one like it, every time you hear it on the radio you want to scream at the top of your lungs "THAT'S MY SONG!!" you love the beat, the rhyme and the lyrics it simply turns into a symphony carved across your skin, a hymn of web of your veins that is tightly stitched in the lining of your soul
until one day the beat gets old, the lyrics are overused and you never feel like a song can understand you like that one did the song stops playing you forget about it, the stiching that carved you together has now seperated and you just feel numb.. empty How do I escape it? you ask.. you don't you don't escape the feeling you will feel enclosed by it for months maybe even years
then you hear a different song and it feels better then before but you will never forget that song on Throwback Thursdays
i dont think a person who's dealing with a real heartache can describe it, because the insides of that person is twisted under a storm of emotions, i've been there
Have you ever been so filled with grief or sadness that when you cry you feel an ache so deep in your chest that you hold yourself together because if you don't you fear that you may fall apart?
You sit on the floor in a bathroom you ran into to prevent people from seeing your breakdown, as soon as the door shuts close you brake, unable to support your weight. You sob and you can't breath and you aren't able to do anything but sit there.
There is no outlet, you have this agony inside you that can only be freed by hyperventilating cries, and even then it's not enough. It goes on for a few minutes, and there are a lot of false ends. You pull yourself together only to look in the mirror and fall apart once more.
Finally you stand, it gets quiet, a stark contrast to the frantic atmosphere before. You feel nothing, your eyes tell nothing, you're just empty, you've cried out the last of your feelings and you have nothing more to give. You wipe your face, open the door, and walk out of the bathroom as though nothing happened.
It was a heavy pain i have ever experience in my entire life. Because i can't hold on on my past, so i let everything go life continue.
It is a pain so extreme that it consumes you; akin to being thrown out of a window and breaking, shattering on impact. The rejection, loss, memories- they race through your brain preventing normalities of eating and sleeping.
In time it gets better, easier. Life moves on and becomes good again. But that heartbreaker will be a ghost throughout your life, not haunting but never forgotten.
Swimming across an ocean, searching for the shore
Leaves falling from the trees, without knowing if they'll grow again
Driving past a car crash, and the horror of seeing the ambulance, and wishing that tragedies didn't happen
Wishing that you could just go one day without feeling like you're being pulled under.
Being heart broken is when you can't think about anything but the situation that caused the heart break. You replay the issue over and over in your mind. You can't eat or sleep. You just can't shake the thought. You don't want to do anything or go anywhere. You just feel lost and stricken with sadness.
i have been heart broken so many times, I've cried and cried for hours because someone hurt me...
but did he care? no because he made me feel like i never was loved, he treated me badly, he would call me names even though i never hurt him once all the pain he put me through i still go through everyday.
its hard it really i, you would of thought that the person you truly loved would never hurt you...but at the end he did and he cant take it back.
I'm not the person i use to be, i'm not happy like i use to be nowadays i'm depressed, mad. nowadays my smile isn't real i only show it to hide all the pain...
but i can say now it'll never stop hurting but, I've learned that life is what you make it keep ya head up and be happy!
i don't regret what happened but i do regret staying as long as i did maybe if i left sooner i wouldn't be dead inside...
i may still be dead inside but that doesn't mean i don't care i may get hurt a lot but i will never stop loving and caring because that's the person i am
If read carefully the defination of "Love".You will know Love is a feeling and not anymore when you loss you your feelings you become a Solid which has no ability of Re-Lequify>>>
I've been heart-broken before, like most adults I suppose. I explain the pain as worse than my kidney stone (male kidney stones have been compared to women's pregnancies). Traditionally, it has put me in a kind of shock and I do not express myself rightly. This has resulted in problems for me and my loved ones, so I try to be more open from the start when this all happens. I'd state that you get over the initial pain, but that there will always be a scar there. Literally in a sense - the neural pathways will be there for a long time and maybe forever.
When a heart is broken it feels like all hearts collided at you so overpowering. And your life died with no meaning and you can't shake the pain off. That's because it's so hard really and truly to fight it. There is no denying you cannot be the winner lying to yourself. This is broken heart a delicate part of life you are the only one that can change your heart to mend it and fix the damage. The weight of your mind so heavy upon it. We are all human and a heart should feel vibrant and alive strong beating it reminds me of someone that has a bad heart they have to be hospitalized to operate but then after the operation does it get worse or better.So painful the after effects.
A person that has a good heart I feel good things will follow but we all have the pain to remember. Like a heart of memories bad or good when your heart is broken you are the only one to be heard somehow people just don't listen to be spoken.Everyone cares about themselves but we are a heart of family we stick together so much to live for but life dwells. I wish for everyone to make a wish throw a coin into the wishing well stay happy feel heartful alive not broken don't let your heart bleed to be taken.
Let your heart lead the way show your good spirit every day.
So, this is kind of a serendipitous moment for me, because someone near to me passed away last week. I know all about heartbreak. It is life running you over. You know life, she is a cruel truck driver with a mean smeared lipstick and a wide grin. In other words, she is out of this world scary. But, I do think that grief is part of living. If you do not have anything to mourn, are you really engaged with life? I think of it like braiding hair: life and death are intertwined and there is comfort in remembering this. In some ways, the rise and fall of our vibration within life creates an appreciation for the good times (and the bad). Ultimately, I find death, or heartbreak as a whole, to be a reminder. It's God's way to waking us up, because, we often doze in the lull of routine's lullaby. Life is good. We just have to remember that we are active agents in our destiny.
by sassysexybossy 10 years ago
I know how it fells to be loved but felling broken hearted is just low. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
by Hilda 2 years ago
this one song wiill explain you, who your and how you are, It will explain what you feel for others as well. pick your song!!!
by jdeschene 6 years ago
Describe what it feels like physically to be in love.
by Lissa2677 10 years ago
How do you deal with a broken heart?I recently ended a 4 1/2 year relationship and I am having a difficult time moving forward. It could not have hit me at a worse time. I am looking for employment while mending a broken heart. Everyone keeps telling me this is an opportunity to start a clean slate...
by bayareagreatthing 11 years ago
What causes a broken heart?What can heal a broken heart?
by aefrancisco 12 years ago
Advice, anyone?Thanks in advance ...
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