“I don't know if I'm real without you. What is left of me without you? I don't know what’s real without you. How can I exist without you?” Turn on the radio at any point during the day and you are sure to hear at least one jilted singer crooning a heartfelt ballad about a lost love. The preceding excerpt from the song “Shame” by the group Stabbing Westward is one of many similar …showed first 75 words of 2483 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2483 total…a pleading, helpless, hopeless, lament (“How can I exist without you?”) to a legitimate query. How can I exist without you? One must reach a point when he can ask himself: What steps do I have to go take to truly live my life without this certain someone? When one can honestly pose this question then he is well on the road to healing – picking up a needle to stitch up those open emotional wounds.