How Skydiving Helped Heal My Broken Heart
One of the best things about life is falling in love! The rush of giddy emotions, talking for hours and hours, romantic vacations, staring into each others eyes, not being able to sleep and all that jazz, make up (probably) the greatest experience one can have. I have been lucky enough to fall in love with one or two fine gentlemen and it was swell! But as we know from Newton’s Third Law of Motion, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Being in love is AHmazing, but falling out of love is just simply the worst. In the wise words of Adam Sandler, love stinks.
After, the first time I had my heart broken I was a wee bit of a mess. I was crying constantly and I lost my appetite completely. I would stay up all night going over stupid memories. I started drinking a good amount of alcohol and I am pretty sure I didn’t leave my room for a week. It was worse then that one time Michael Scott suffered from a broken heart.
Any healthy person would tell you that when you go through any sort of trauma, the best thing to do is to talk about your feelings. During this heart break I had so many loving and supportive people all over the world ready to listen and be there for me. (Bless their hearts!) HOWEVER, at the time (before I went to therapy) I hated talking about my feelings, more than anything. So, instead of letting in the love from my friends and family, I decided to just bottle up my feelings and pretend nothing was wrong. (Note: I do not recommend this approach.) This did not help me at all. But being sad all the time, was really not working for me. I didn’t like the person I was being; all sad and gross because some guy didn’t want to be with me, ew. I am Cassandra Rose D’Alessandro after all, and I am a super fun, adventurous and extremely confident person. So, I decided that I needed to do something to make me feel like my good ol’ self and help me move on with my life. And what was my solution, meeting a good friend for a coffee and a good chat? Nope. SKYDIVING! Skydiving was the first thing that came to mind. The idea of jumping out of a plane, like James Bond, made me feel free and alive and it was just the sort of adventure I needed. For some reasons I had it in my head that skydiving was going to fix my broken heart.
A week from discovering my new desire to jump from an airplane, I went down to Colorado to visit some of my favourite Americans. While in Colorado I contacted a skydiving company and I JUMPED!!! (YASSSSSS)
Let me tell you folks, it was INCREDIBLE! I have done so many cool things ( y’all, my street cred is unbelievable) but skydiving was definitely one of the best things I have ever done, and I highly recommend you try it. (Especially if you are sad.)
But how did skydiving help me heal?
Well let me just say, jumping out of an airplane attached to a stranger did not change my situation at all. After I jumped I was still single and upset. Skydiving didn’t take away any of the pain I was going through, in fact while driving home I listened to Taylor Swift and cried with my best friend. #whitegirls
However, it did help me move on and start loving life again. I like to believe that as I was free falling in the sky, all the sadness and disappointment I was caring just fell off. But what probably happened was the amazing adrenaline rush that I got after free falling, sparked all sorts of fun emotions in my body, which caused me to realize that even though I was going through a hard time my life was still going to turn out fabulous. Skydiving reminded me that I am a bad ass, that has enough courage to dream crazy dreams and live out all of them. No matter how much something scares me, if I want to do it, I am not only going to do it, but I am going to do it in style! Skydiving opened my eyes to see that life is really what we make it (so lets make it count) and someone else actions aren’t going to define who we are or what we will do.
Anytime you go through a breakup I hope you go on an adventure and rediscover how awesome you are!
xoxo,
