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Pocket Guide for a Broken Heart

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Sep 28, 2018
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9780463575956
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I have shared my personal pain and heartbreak with you, because I want you to know that you are not alone in your misery. I am there with you every step of the way. I too, am going through this; I started to write this on day two of my breakup, so I know exactly how you feel. I feel it too, right in my gut, in my soul, in my heart.

Picking your gut up off the floor and sticking yourself back together like Terminator, I want you to know you are loved, and are a very important part of creation, so important that God loves you, creation loves you and I LOVE YOU. Now you need to love YOURSELF.

Editorial:
Publicado:
Sep 28, 2018
ISBN:
9780463575956
Formato:
Libro

Sobre el autor

G. Annette Daly is an ordinary woman from North County Dublin. She was expelled from school at the tender age of 15 to her delight, as she didn't like school and thought it was more about testing memory than testing intelligence. Bleaching her hair blonde was a huge rebellious act in the eyes of a strict Catholic Convent school. Annette comes from a struggling working-class background with no frills attached. She has learned mixed lessons in life the hard way and probably the only way! "Because we learn very little from the good old times and more about who we are and what we want through blood, sweat, and tears. We learn more about our limitations and our expectations through the bullshit we face on this journey we call life."

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Pocket Guide for a Broken Heart - G. Annette Daly

G. Annette Daly is just an ordinary woman from north county Dublin, Ireland. Annette left school in her early teens to help support her family. She comes from a poor working-class background. She has learnt mix lessons in life the hard way and, probably, the only way.

Dedication

I would like to dedicate my book, first and foremost, to my creator, my god, to creation, and to my son, Daniel, my friend, my confidant, my only child, my strength, and my light.

G. Annette Daly

Pocket Guide for a Broken Heart

Copyright © G. Annette Daly (2018)

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Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

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Quantity sales: special discounts are available on quantity purchases by corporations, associations, and others. For details, contact the publisher at the address below.

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Daly, G. Annette

Pocket Guide for a Broken Heart

ISBN 9781641823494 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781641823487 (Hardback)

ISBN 9781641823470 (E-Book)

The main category of the book —. Biography & Autobiography / Women

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First Published (2018)

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Acknowledgments

A journey of pain, heartache, growth, humor, and a few swear words along the way.

Part 1

I knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time before something would give and it happened to be a poker game. That game was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My four-year relationship was over, dead in the water – —broken hearts, broken promises – —back on my own 45 looking, worse for wear, I was an overweight mess! It was June; the start of summer. I came home from a 12 hour shift and his bags where packed. Crying, he told me that we didn’t make each other happy. My feelings are raw, writing this, because it’s just been a couple of days since he left. I haven’t really spoken to many people about what’s happened. Kinda just staying at home alone, trying to get my head around this mess but needs must, so I’m talking to you. I’m trying to stay positive but that’s not so easy when you feel like your heart has just been ripped out.

So for the first night, I sat alone, crying, with a bottle of wine. I was devastated, you see. I really loved this man from somewhere deep inside. I had never felt this way about a man before and I was really gutted. When Tom and I first met, we fell deeply in love, but both of us were bringing unresolved personal issues into this beautiful romance. What a fuck up! So, on night two, I decided; no more wine. This was going to be a very difficult time to get through and I needed a clear head. So, on this second night of pure misery, sitting alone on my sofa, I can only say, in pure shock, I cried and I cried. Here we go a fucking again. I thought he was the one. He just turned out to be number seven. Seventh, in a long line of messed-up, fucked-up, shitty relationships with emotionally unavailable men. So I sat there and cried out to god, to the universe, to creation, to I don’t know who the fuck I was crying out to. Angels, spirit guides, I don’t know whoever was listening, if anyone was listening. I was fucked up. I cried out for help. I was in despair. How am I going to get through this? I thought, what am I supposed to do now?

I had just lost my best friend and my father, my son had left the country and I was so alone. Then, all of a sudden, this calmness came over me. A strange calmness; a strength I can’t put it into words. It was like I was been spoken to but there was no voice. I felt something telling me to just be myself and everything will be ok, better than ok. Things were exactly how they were supposed to be right now. So as I sat alone with my thoughts, I began to realize that the problem is with me. I have to change. I can’t make anybody else change. I can’t make Tom love me, want to come back to me, want to be a better man for me, stop gambling for me. The only person I have the power to change is me.

I felt peered down to the core. You see, I had painful things buried deep inside me and the seal on all these feelings had now been broken. It was like a flood gate had been opened. I was so over whelmed with all these feelings bubbling up to the surface. These feelings were not just over my lover leaving me. They were years of buried emotions, years of bottled up pain. I was in agony, but I knew I needed to find myself. I was lost. I needed to find my true self because only my true self could make me better. I knew I had to start really looking after myself and I knew, for once in my life, I had to put me first in every way. I could, without being selfish, of course.

So this is my survival crash course on how to get through a broken heart. I’m writing this from a place you are in right now; heart broken. Now, this heartache I’m writing about is a specific type of heartbreak. It’s the one you get when you break up from a lover, boyfriend/girlfriend, wife/husband, you get the drift. It’s shitty. I’ve kinda done them all; husband, lover, boyfriend. Now, I’ve broken a few hearts as well. So, I’ve been on both ends of the shitty stick.

Part 2

DARK, CLOUDY, RAINNY, MISERABLE STORM. Hold on tight, you’re in for a bumpy ride. Now this is where the battle begins, between the ego and the higher self, spirit, soul, whatever you want to call it. I like to call it my higher self. The way I see it is that to be your true self, you need to get both these parts of you working together in harmony; easy! Not so fucking easy. The ego is the part of you that tells you all the horror stories; the worst case scenarios. It’s where you get most of your thoughts from and most of them are just bullshit. Thoughts are just thoughts. They’re not facts. So, to get my higher self and my ego working together, had to be number one on my to do list.

Now I know the ego has its role to play in our lives. It’s good in fight

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