The beauty of pain

It has ocurred to me that getting over heartbreak is rather like the mirror-image of what it's like giving birth. Instead of the long slow build from the first contraction to the last ferocious effort and joy of the baby being born, you instead begin at the height of the emotion and toil and work your way backwards to peace. The pain, like contractions, comes in waves, at first so intense and pounding that you don't think you can bear it, and then, gradually, over time, the distance between each volley lengthens, the power of the grief diminishes, until you aren't even pregnant with the memory of your lost beloved, you are just aware of something powerful that has gone by.

nina turns 40