Unless you actually address what’s really going on, it’s still there. You can ignore it, you can bury it, You can try to move on, but one thing I realized about my broken heart was that everywhere I was, I was with me, and my broken heart was right there. Sure there were times where some good things had happened and it distracted me from the real disabilities that I had, but eventually life catches up to you, and we all deal with things a little different. Most of us, though, don’t talk. That was one of my problems.