On becoming a cheerleader for the people who broke your heart.

My knees sunk into the carpet and I found myself crouching down in the tiny space between my couch and coffee table.

I broke in a way that life had not allowed until that moment. I broke for the younger version of myself, the one who became numb in order to survive the pain. I wept for my present self, for the person who was now overcome with years of emotion that she had hoped somehow vanished over time.

I was angry. I was relieved. I was a combination of every emotion imaginable and none of them felt acceptable. It seemed too late to feel it all; it seemed somewhat irrelevant to my life now.

But the initial pain had been so daunting and threatening when it first arrived. It had all come on so quickly and so strongly that I felt myself falling into a hole. Back then, I feared that I would never survive if I allowed myself to feel it all.

So now, years removed, there is safety to let myself grieve those painful conversations, lost years, absent friends, and dead dreams.

But when it all surfaced, I needed to know that it wasn’t going to kill me. I needed to know that I wasn’t going to drown like I once feared.

I needed to feel it in a healthy and productive way. I needed a way to let myself process years of pain without becoming so overwhelmed that I laid down and never got up again.

I decided to process all the emotions in a way that produced something.

Because pain is a shovel and you can let it be used to bury you, or you can grab hold of it and break new ground.

So I went to Walgreens and printed pictures of the people and memories that are painful. I grabbed a pack of magnets and proceeded to hang them on my refrigerator. Around them I’ve begun to post prayers and promises. I pray for God to fill their hands with good and enduring things.

And what I’ve quickly learned is that real forgiveness looks like becoming a cheerleader for the people who broke your heart. 

It doesn’t look like sweeping things under the rug or tucking them in drawers. It looks like not being afraid to look at the hard things, but teaching yourself to pair them with good and kind thoughts. Forgiveness means choosing to fight for truth over the current facts.

I’m not going to pretend that that first week wasn’t torturous. I woke up with an aching heart; the last thing I wanted to see through my bloodshot eyes was a reminder of what I had lost.

But little by little, looking at those photos has gotten easier. And now each morning as I brew my coffee, I am slowly creating a pattern of no longer associating those names and faces with pain.

Because people are not the pain they’ve caused you. They’re worth more than that.

Believe me when I tell you that it’s becoming incredibly hard to hold back forgiveness. When every day you see someone’s bright blue eyes surrounded by words of forgiveness and grace, it’s hard to stay angry. Something in you starts to change when you’re constantly saying good things about them over and over again.

Sometimes we think forgiveness is just this intangible process that happens over time. But forgiveness requires participation and action; it requires doing something productive and positive with your pain.

Print the pictures. Post them with notes with prayers of grace. Wake up, brew some coffee, and say a prayer. Then, please come back here in a little while and tell me about all the ways you’re learning to love again.

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10 thoughts on “On becoming a cheerleader for the people who broke your heart.”

  1. Nice article. We all undergo a phase or a period where we think it’s impossible to feel better but we are way stronger than we imagined. Like what John Green, pain demands to be felt but it doesnt mean we have to dwell on it for so long because we have to keep moving forward. We just have to accept that some things dont turn out the way we expect them to be and that friends may have to go their own way. Xoxo

  2. Wow.

    I’ve tried this. I’ve tried so many times- praying for the people who’ve hurt me, who aren’t exactly my favorite people to think about. But I always seem to forget after a while, and stay stuck in that cycle. I love this idea. Printing the photos. I think I need that, that physical reminder.

    I don’t know if I’ve ever commented here before, but I’ve been reading for over a year. I love your blog, Ashlin. Thank you.

    1. Thank you so so much. Yes, I’m the EXACT same way. I will pray for a few days and then my mind wanders away and I grab back on to that resentment and pain. There’s something about that physical photo hanging in my house that keeps pushing me and reminding me. It has been so amazing. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!!!!

  3. Ashlin! This is so good! Thank you for that explanation/reminder of what forgiveness is and isn’t. We have to participate! I’ve been praying for somebody that hurt me for a while. What you’re suggesting though, these additional steps…so big! Thank you for being brave and sharing with us.

  4. Thank you so much for this post, Ashlin. I will certainly do this. It’s hard carrying the pain because I cannot seem to let go of the offences many people have caused me. (: God bless you beautiful heart!

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