Once upon a time, like any idyllic, wide-eyed little child, I had lofty dreams of changing the world. I later came to realise that one way to do this is by choosing a relevant profession. I decided I wanted to become a Dr. Love... THREAD.

But who are African parents?https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😂" title="Face with tears of joy" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy"> They advised me and I ended up choosing a course not at all related to the kind of qualifications needed for doctoring people& #39;s hearts. But I have made peace with it for now. Consider it a long-cut to the ultimate destination.

All the same, I have not stopped preparing for my future role. Therefore, today I shall experiment with your hearts, if you allow me. I have no qualifications apart from a diploma from the University of Anybooks, thus it is unethical to practice.

It is therefore my great pleasure to treat the subject of... drumroll... BREAKUPS!
Now for another disclaimer: In addition to lacking the requisite papers I also lack the relevant experience so if you must consume my prescriptions, please do so at your own peril.

I don& #39;t need to describe the havoc breakups wreak. Between processing your loss and nursing hurt, your energy is so much consumed. Enter the perfect antidote: music.

I& #39;m sure my more experienced counterparts have advised you to have a breakup playlist on the ready, but what if the pain is too much to compile one?
Don& #39;t worry. I got you.
I& #39;m going to guide you, track by track, through a phenomenal album called "The Heat" by @NEEDTOBREATHE

This album is a perfect juxtaposition of all the phases goes through in and out of love, and to make it more interesting, I will show you how every track relates to your situation.
Having patiently read this thread to this point, kindly indulge me your audience a little longer.