When you're walking around in your work, school, or in public all you see are just people. Just people that may look like there dressed for a business meeting or maybe some people that look younger or older. You never see or know their past or their scars, where they have been or seen.
I knew someone that used to come to my therapy class poppy was her name she had a heart that was bright red with no scars if you looked close enough you could see butterfly's dancing around her heart, she would always come to therapy with the most expensive clothes with brands like Gucci, though everything was always ok when she came to see me. She just wanted to vent about how school is hard and that the waiter at the restaurant that her father owns got her order wrong. I have asked her many times if she has anything else she wanted to talk about and why she comes and sees me if nothing is wrong, she just gets upset and says because my dad pays you to talk to me. Soon after that she stopped coming to see me all together, and I got notified that She said I asked too many questions.
Then after I got another teen, her name is Blake she wears baggy pants with a hoodie every time she comes, it took her awhile to open up about how she really feels, but when I got to know her, her heart was the most damaged I have ever seen one's heart be.
Her heart was replaced by an engine to help it work but there were still some pieces from the original heart left like the original heart just wrapped around the engine still trying to grow back as it once was. The engine was just as self-defense mode. You could see the original heart breathing. It was beautiful until the engine started to work harder than it was, there's a hole at the top of the heart that you would sometimes see some smoke come out of like a chimney working hard in the winter.
and there were cracks surrounding her heart you could tell she's been hurt to many times.
some of the cracks were covered up with some wore down brown looking Band-Aids, every time she talked about something that have hurt her in her past the engine in her heart would blow off more steam and the more smoke the more you could tell how the engine was working hard to keep her talking and that the topic was a hard one to talk about for her. The belt on the engine got twisted and she stopped talking and just started crying. You could see that the gears stopped as she wept, I couldn't calm her down but when she stopped crying, whipping away her tears, the engine's belt started to slowly untangle and started to work again but She didn't talk, she just had this blank face, that looked like she was just thinking about how to talk again. That day we just sat there until it was time for her to go. We sat in silence she was so still, didn't move unless she had to blink.
An isolated heart is when someone tries to isolate themselves from this world and they try to push away anyone that wants to help because they think they'll get hurt again. Think of a tree in the fall and this tree is on a hill alone with no other trees around and how the tree Lose's every single leaf until it is alone, with all the red and yellow leaves on the ground surrounding the tree some pieing up against the brown trunk. And soon that tree will have to learn how to make new friends and socialize with one another to grow again in the spring.
