Bipolar Broken Heart

Its all tumultuous and crazy, a heap of emotions that I did not sign up for. Love, that crazy ephemeral thing that one day is there and the next it is not. I thought I had done it innumerable times and but I never did it right. It is called "falling" in love because that's exactly what you do. You grab your heart and you place it on a vulnerable platter and give it to someone, trusting that it wont be broken. I FINALLY did that, completely, I gave my heart, my body, my life, my soul. But where does it all go? When the feeling is no longer reciprocated? I fee lost and without direction. I feel loved, oh so loved, and I love the world. I am not bitter and don't get me wrong, I see human compassion, human kindness and it overwhelms me with joy. But its that heartache that only ONE human can cause - soul ache. That's how I feel. My heart is in tact and ready to love anyone willing to love. Its my SOUL that choose a lover and evidently... got it wrong. So who to trust? My heart? My body? My soul? They are all yelling a name, a path, a destiny that is denied to me. Ill probably blog a lot and for no one to be honest. Just to try and heal.

"character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved." (Helen Keller)