When A Broken Heart Bleeds

What do you do when your heart is broken and bleeding out? Do you rage, and hope the pain fuels your anger? Do you shut down, or run away? Do you cry like there is no tomorrow and pray that the hurt falls with your tears? I am guilty of the first. Growing up, showing feelings was weak. It was the culture I grew up in. A rough and tumble, hard edged way of life. The best way I could hide my pain was in anger. It was to see red and keep everyone at bay with cruel words and harsh realities. I still do that sometimes, though those that know me, know that its a facade, even when it hurts them. In my pain I used to lash out. It was the old saying hurt people hurt people. To this day, it is rare I get to that point, but every once in a while it sneaks up on me.
Last night I saw red, but I have learned enough to lock myself away until I'm at least seeing normally again. I should have locked myself away for much longer, and not trusted myself to do anything. Instead foolishly, I did something stupid. Do I regret it? No, but I have also learned regretting things is of no use. It just causes undo pain. Was some of what I did dead on? Absolutely, but I should have gone about it differently.
I guess I'm writing this post in hopes that you won't suffer the same stupid things I have. Pain sucks, there's no two ways about it. But by the same token, you get through. You move on, and you work it out. If you are not willing to even try with any problem, then don't have any sort of relationships. It ends badly. But if there is even the slightest glimmer of hope that you might in some obscure universe that there might be a tiny chance, jump at it. Grasp it in your hands and hang on for dear life. The pain will take time to heal, but it will heal. With all that said, good luck bloggers. We are all going to need it.