Keeping journal as part of therapy

Kalo dipikir2, ada bagusnya keeping journal seperti blog, diary, notes, ato apapun itu untuk menuliskan atau mencurahkan apa yang ada di pikiran kita. Tapi kalo buat saya pribadi, saya sudah agak "kapok" membuat tulisan2 itu terlalu "public". Halah, cem betul aja cem banyak yang merhatiin :p

Tapi bener deh, saya juga suka baca-baca lagi tulisan2 lama saya. Walopun saya pernah ngedelete salah 1 blog masa lalu saya yang pahit *duileh

Mungkin mostly perempuan ya, karna pada dasarnya we momen tend to talk, talk and talk. And since too much talk is annoying for some people, perhaps its better if sometimes we just, well, write it out instead.

Anyway, baru2 ini ada teman saya lagi patah hati. Wajar sih, pacarannya udah cukup lama, dan, selama ini dia cenderung agak "took it for granted". Sekarang di saat "pasangannya" sudah agak give up in their relationship, baru deh dia jadi patah hati dan cenderung bertanya2, "how come?" or "what shud I do to make u stay? to make u come back as what u always were?"
Kira-kira gitu.

Singkat cerita, sangking sakitnya hatinya, dia hampir berpikir untuk menyudahi, u know, this life. Perhaps some of u would think, "that's stupid". Well, for me, that is stupid, but I can understand that.
Not so many of us ever experienced broken heart. Have you? No, I'm not talking about you having a crush on someone and one day she/he changed status into "in a relationship" or "married". For me, that is stupid. How can you get broken heart from someone whom u never have?
For me, a broken heart is the experience when you used to have this loving, caring person, was *at that time* part of your life, whom u care about, spent some precious moments with you and indeed letting you know that he/she is there for you, and one day (u might saw it coming or not) turned her/his back on you.

"No. I don't love you anymore"

Man, that is broken heart. Despite any reason behind it. But for me "having third person" will definitely make the wound worse.

How does it feel, literally? It feels like someone stabs your chest over and over again, with an invisible knife. You wonder, "where the heck is the knife? I can't see it but I can surely feel it!"

For how long? No one knows. Time knows.

*ah mellow deh jadinya, xixixi :p