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Also known as the Broken Heart Syndrome.

Hearing a doctor tell you that you literally have a broken heart is no music to the ears. If it was, it would be like hearing nails screech a chalk board.

I am a person diagnosed with a broken heart. That painful, pressure-like feeling in the chest after a break up is no ordinary feeling. It is actually the weakening of the heart's main muscle. Fancy, huh?

After that, it all goes downhill. You can't sleep. You can't eat. And the hardest one of all, you can't breathe.

Right when your lungs are ready to take in a big puff of oxygen, you suffocate, realizing that something isn't right. Are my lungs broken? NO BUT YOUR HEART IS.

Now...

The medicine. Truth be told, there is no magic pill to take when your heart breaks. What the doctors prescribe? Therapy. Time. 'Whatever is stressing you out, fix through it.'
Well, doc, it's not that easy.

What if the one who broke your heart actually has NO intention of fixing it? Is there someone I could hire to do it for me? To take his place?

This is pure and genuine BS.
In fact, it's BS at it's finest. You get screwed over, and you're the one that has to die. CONGRATS!




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