My 
									Journey to Healing
									
									
									Written by Gerard A. Brennen
									
									
									
									The son of Barrington and Annick Brennen
									
									
									
									
									He speaks from the heart
									May 18, 2025
									
									
									 
									
									
									
This is a personal post — a reflection on 
									grief, heartbreak, and the hard-won lessons 
									of self-love. I’m sharing it because I know 
									some of you have been through it, or maybe 
									you’re going through it now.
									
									
									To be clear: I didn’t learn these lessons on 
									my own. I read books, went to therapy, had 
									deep conversations, and did a lot of 
									soul-searching. I also watched close friends 
									struggle through the same patterns — the 
									same heartbreak, the same feelings. That 
									shared experience helped me process mine.
									
									
									What am I talking about?
									
									
									The grief that follows the end of a 
									long-term relationship — especially when 
									you’re the one who was left. There’s a 
									particular feeling I’ve heard over and over 
									again, one I’ve felt myself:
									
									
									“They’ll regret losing me.”
									
									
									“I’ll show them what they gave up.”
									
									
									It’s a natural response. That thought comes 
									from a deep need for validation — to affirm 
									that we were valuable, worthy, and good. But 
									I’ve come to realize:
									
									
									It’s not a healthy place to stay.
									
									
									Those thoughts are often rooted in anger and 
									bargaining, two of the five stages of grief. 
									And while it’s okay to pass through those 
									stages, staying stuck in them can be 
									destructive. I’ve seen it firsthand — 
									friends holding onto anger for 10+ years, 
									still hoping their ex will “learn a lesson.” 
									Watching this helped me reflect and realize:
									
									
									It’s not my job to teach anyone a lesson.
									What matters most is what I learn. 
									It’s not about them. It’s about me. 
									I had to learn to love myself, to invest my 
									time and energy in people who see me, value 
									me, and reciprocate.
									
									
									I had to stop demonizing someone who simply 
									wasn’t right for me. There was no villain. 
									No betrayal. Just misalignment — in values, 
									love languages, and life paths.
									
									
									I’m now a few years out from the breakup — 
									and I’ve come a long way.
									I’m in the stage of acceptance, and I can 
									finally say:   "It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t easy. But I got 
									here."
									
									
									I remember the early days of grief like they 
									were yesterday:
									
										
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											The shock of separation followed strangely 
									by a moment of peace.
 
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											Walking to catch the bus to work, only to 
									turn around, unable to hold the emotional 
									weight.
 
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											Starting a new job the same week as the 
									breakup, doing breathing exercises in quiet 
									moments just to stay functional.
											 
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											Fighting every day to stay grounded — for 
									my sons, for my responsibilities, for 
									myself.
 
										
									
									
									
									One of the best tools that helped me was a 
									book my mother recommended:
									
									
									“How to Fix a Broken Heart” by Guy Winch.
									
									
									It opened my eyes to how heartbreak rewires 
									the brain. We ruminate. We romanticize. We 
									get addicted to our ex, even if the 
									relationship was failing. He calls 
									heartbreak one of the most painful 
									experiences we’ll ever go through — and I 
									believe him.
									
									
									But I also learned:
									
										
									
									
									
									And if you’re supporting someone grieving, 
									be patient. They may struggle longer than 
									expected. They’ll have setbacks. And if you 
									are the one grieving, remember:
									
									
									Don’t carry it alone, but also don’t become 
									a burden. Therapy helps. Community helps. 
									But ultimately, your healing is your 
									responsibility.
									
									
									Here’s what I know now:
									
										
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											Self-love isn’t a vibe — it’s a 
											practice.
 
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											It’s giving your energy to those who 
											meet you with care and depth.
 
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											It’s releasing resentment toward 
											someone who simply couldn’t love you 
											the way you needed.
 
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											It’s accepting that not everyone is 
											meant to walk with you forever.
 
										
									
									
									
									I will always love the mother of my 
									children. That love will never disappear — 
									it just looks different now. And I’m proud 
									to say my heart is open again. Open to 
									loving someone new, or to walking alone in 
									peace. Whatever comes next, I’ve learned 
									that real love evolves — and the most 
									important love is the one you give yourself.
									
									
									If you’ve made it this far and anything here 
									resonated with you, I’d love to hear your 
									story. Drop a comment or DM me. Not everyone 
									is comfortable talking about heartbreak 
									publicly, but I am. There’s no shame in 
									having loved deeply — or in having the 
									courage to heal, move on, and love again.
									
									
									Much love to anyone walking this road. 
									You’re not alone.
									
									
									
									gerardbrennen@gmail.com