The breaking of my own heart brought me to my SELF. I can once and for all see, know, hear and acknowledge this Self that I am. I would not have arrived here without my heart breaking, without the wound I was desperately trying to guard, being ripped wide open. I don’t think anyone can. The feeling of the pain that my wound had to offer me WAS my heartbreak. And I NEEDED my heartbreak. My HEART BREAKING opened ME TO ME.