Who were you—

—before they broke your heart?

My dad was the first to break mine. I was 16 when he took his own own life in our home while I slept. He didn’t say goodbye, and he let me go to bed that night knowing I was angry at him. I just…ignored him that entire day before he died. My heart shattered and stayed that way for many many long years and that event became such an integral part of my identity, that I really have no idea who I was meant to be without it.

So who broke yours? And who did you used to be? Do you know? Can you remember?

Anatomical illustration circa 1830