“I Can Do It With a Broken Heart”
I was in the car today and randomly listened again to I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift. For some reason, the lyrics hit me this time. Maybe because I wasn’t distracted, or maybe because I’ve known that feeling — the one where you keep moving, smiling, showing up, even when everything inside you feels heavy. There’s something about the contrast between the beat and the words that feels so real — how we keep performing when what we really need is something different.
I thought about how many of us live that way: holding it together so no one worries, over functioning so we don’t fall apart. But there’s a moment, if we’re lucky, when the pretending cracks — when we admit, I’m still doing it, but it hurts. That’s the beginning of something honest. The part where we stop performing and start telling the truth, even if it’s just to ourselves..