How I Healed My Broken Heart and Lost Mind with Spirituality
There was a time when I forgot what it felt like to breathe without heaviness. Every thought carried the weight of what was lost — love, peace, direction, and maybe even myself. My heart was broken, yes, but what no one tells you is how heartbreak can unravel the mind too. The sleepless nights, the racing thoughts, the way you replay moments until they become blurred between memory and imagination.
But what I was really feeling wasn’t just heartbreak — it was grief.
Grief for the person I used to be.
Grief for the love that felt like home.
Grief for the dreams that no longer made sense without the person I built them with.
For a while, I thought healing meant “moving on.” But the truth is, I didn’t need to move on — I needed to move inward.
The Collapse Before the Awakening
I used to think spirituality was something you practice when life is peaceful — when you’re calm enough to meditate, grateful enough to pray, or wise enough to find meaning. But I learned that real spirituality begins when everything falls apart. It starts when the noise in your head becomes too loud to bear, and you finally whisper, “There has to be more than this.”
In my darkest nights, I wasn’t seeking enlightenment. I was just trying to survive the pain. I remember sitting in silence, numb but restless, searching for something to hold onto — something beyond the endless cycle of overthinking and regret. That’s when I started turning to small, quiet rituals: lighting a candle, breathing intentionally, writing down my thoughts even when they made no sense.
Over time, those little moments became sacred. They were the first signs that I was still here — that even though I felt lost, there was still a pulse within me that refused to give up.
The Reconnection
Healing didn’t come as a grand revelation. It came slowly, in whispers. In the way the sun hit my skin after days of hiding indoors. In the tears I stopped fighting. In the realization that spirituality wasn’t about escaping pain — it was about finding purpose inside of it.
I started to see spirituality as a bridge back to myself. Through meditation, prayer, and self-reflection, I began to notice how my heartbreak had cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect. The person I used to be was gone, but in that empty space, something softer began to grow — compassion, awareness, forgiveness.
I used to beg the universe for healing. Now I thank it for breaking me just enough to see what was buried underneath all the noise — truth.
Lessons from the Journey
Your emotions are not your enemy.
I spent so long trying to suppress my sadness, thinking strength meant pretending I was okay. But healing began when I stopped resisting what I felt. Emotions are energy — they want to move through you, not be trapped inside you. Feel them. Cry, write, scream, pray. Every tear has wisdom if you let it speak.Silence is medicine.
In the beginning, silence felt unbearable. My mind wanted to fill every quiet space with overthinking. But I learned that silence isn’t empty — it’s full of answers you can’t hear when you’re constantly distracted. Sitting in silence became my sanctuary. It was there that I heard my soul whisper: “You’re not broken. You’re transforming.”Forgiveness frees your spirit.
Forgiving others was hard, but forgiving myself was harder. I had to release the guilt — for what I didn’t say, for what I allowed, for not healing fast enough. Forgiveness isn’t about condoning pain; it’s about freeing yourself from being bound to it.Spirituality is not perfection.
I used to think healing would make me untouchable — calm, peaceful, unshakable. But spirituality didn’t remove my humanity. It helped me embrace it. Some days I still feel lost, but now I know that’s part of the path. Every fall carries its own lesson.Finding Peace in the Unknown
There came a day when I stopped needing closure from others and started seeking clarity within myself. That’s when peace found me — not because everything made sense, but because I stopped demanding that it had to.
I began to see heartbreak not as punishment, but as initiation — a call to evolve. Losing my mind was how I found my soul. Losing love was how I rediscovered the love within me that had always been waiting.
When I pray now, I don’t ask for things to go back to how they were. I ask for the strength to keep unfolding into who I’m meant to become. I ask to see love in every ending, and hope in every beginning.
Because healing isn’t a destination — it’s a homecoming.
If you’re reading this and you feel broken, please know this: your pain has a purpose. You are not meant to stay lost forever. There is a light that never left you — it’s just waiting for you to look inward again.
Spiritual healing doesn’t mean you’ll never hurt again. It means you’ll know how to hold your heart when it does. It means you’ll understand that losing your mind doesn’t mean losing yourself — sometimes it’s how you find what’s real.
The day you stop fighting the pain and start listening to it, you’ll realize it was never there to destroy you — only to awaken you.
And one day, you’ll look back, with peace where the ache once lived, and say,
“This is how I found myself again.”#Healing #BrokenHeart #Spirituality #EthanBias
