Is it normal to feel physical chest pain after a breakup?

The love of my life left me a week and some days ago. And as you can imagine, I've been under a great deal of stress and pain.

But at times, I feel this physical pain in the middle of my chest. It feels like my heart beats very slowly and painfully. It feels really weird, and it also messes with my breathing. It's starting to scare me a bit.

Is this normal? Has it happened to anyone else?

Yes this happened to me too, it was moments of feeling ok and then out of nowhere this feeling just hits you, almost like a panic attack at times with the difficulty breathing. Its a really awful thing to be going through Things will gradually get better though the more you distract yourself and find ways to relax

Sorry for your pain edweird256. Yes it happens to the best of us when we've fallen hard. Particularily when it was a great love. I've been there. I wish I could say something to ease your pain. This too shall pass with time. You just have to take one day at a time and then one day you'll start to feel better than the last. Brighter days are ahead of you.

I think this is the effect of the stress you are under. It's so hard to deal with a broken heart. Harder than anything I think. When my heart was broken I didn't feel healthy either. This is normal. But maybe you should consider going to a doctor? He could run some tests just to make sure everything is 100% ok. Being under stress is so harmful.

I'd agree that it's normal. It's happened to me as well, along with being on the verge of throwing up for weeks on end. One thing you can do that might help is to cut out caffeine for a while, if you consume caffeine, that is - for me it's always made me more susceptible to heart palpitations and anxiety.

Yes, I should think so. I have experienced that kind of pain in the chest, too. When I am very distressed by some extreme emotional upheaval in my personal life, I do find it difficult to breathe. Each time I draw a breathe, I feel a pain in my chest. When I find my emotional balance again, the pain goes away by itself. I hope you will feel better soon, too.

It's normal. Just anxiety and stress dealing with the breakup. Your brokenhearted and feeling overwhelmed with everything. I've been there and done that. You will be okay, just keep holding on.

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Ben and I hung out last night, and I’m happy to report that things are back to normal.

Without discussing it, we’d both gone out of our way to make the night special. He’d offered to cook, and when I showed up, he looked super-hot in dark jeans, a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black apron. I handed over my offerings – a bottle of wine I’d painstakingly selected, and a healthy-ish version of a mini chocolate cake that I’d bought from the hippie bakery near my office.

“You look great,” Ben said, taking in my flat-ironed hair, smoky eyes, and cranberry-colored dress and heels. He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss.

“So do you,” I said. “What’s for dinner?”

Ben went over the menu–stuffed mushroom appetizer, then a shaved fennel salad with lemon vinaigrette, followed by roasted pork tenderloin with an orange glaze and asparagus.

“It was a little ambitious for a Friday night,” he admitted. “I hope you aren’t starving, because it’s going to be a while.”

I offered to help, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, I poured us both a glass of wine and chatted with him while he cooked. I told him about the latest at work–Nate seemed puzzled that I was jumping in on the first part of the museum project when I’d been specifically assigned to the second part only.

“It was kind of funny, actually,” I continued. “I was like, ‘Nate, I can do both,’ and he was like, ‘K., I know you can do both. I just don’t understand why you want to.”

“Are you ever going to tell him that Greg is basically useless?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know yet. Nate’s been making it a point to get more involved in the day-to-day, and I think he actually has some idea.”

Ben set out the tray of stuffed mushrooms, and I began attacking them.

“You are starving, I can tell,” he said, dismayed.

“I’ll live.”

“So I have something that I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m going to anyway,” he continued.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Neil and I went out for drinks last night, and he’s going to dump Leslie this weekend.”

“Why? Leslie’s awesome.”

“He’s pretty sure she’s not into him. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s not into guys at all.”

I immediately started to get excited for Jenna.

“Based on what?”

“Three things. Whenever she mentions her ex, she never says ‘she’ or ‘he.’ It’s always “the ex.” He frequently catches her checking out girls. And last but not least, she talks about Jenna incessantly.”

“Can I tell Jenna?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Over dinner, we relived our favorite parts of the New Zealand trip: glowworm caves (me) and volcano (Ben), and discussed where we want to go next. We’re thinking maybe Costa Rica in the fall. The food and the company were both amazing, and later, in the bedroom, we were nervous with each other at first, but when it was over, we had achieved what I’d hoped for, a relationship reset.

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Back to Normal?

Ben and I hung out last night, and I’m happy to report that things are back to normal.

Without discussing it, we’d both gone out of our way to make the night special. He’d offered to cook, and when I showed up, he looked super-hot in dark jeans, a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black apron. I handed over my offerings – a bottle of wine I’d painstakingly selected, and a healthy-ish version of a mini chocolate cake that I’d bought from the hippie bakery near my office.

“You look great,” Ben said, taking in my flat-ironed hair, smoky eyes, and cranberry-colored dress and heels. He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss.

“So do you,” I said. “What’s for dinner?”

Ben went over the menu–stuffed mushroom appetizer, then a shaved fennel salad with lemon vinaigrette, followed by roasted pork tenderloin with an orange glaze and asparagus.

“It was a little ambitious for a Friday night,” he admitted. “I hope you aren’t starving, because it’s going to be a while.”

I offered to help, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, I poured us both a glass of wine and chatted with him while he cooked. I told him about the latest at work–Nate seemed puzzled that I was jumping in on the first part of the museum project when I’d been specifically assigned to the second part only.

“It was kind of funny, actually,” I continued. “I was like, ‘Nate, I can do both,’ and he was like, ‘K., I know you can do both. I just don’t understand why you want to.”

“Are you ever going to tell him that Greg is basically useless?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know yet. Nate’s been making it a point to get more involved in the day-to-day, and I think he actually has some idea.”

Ben set out the tray of stuffed mushrooms, and I began attacking them.

“You are starving, I can tell,” he said, dismayed.

“I’ll live.”

“So I have something that I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m going to anyway,” he continued.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Neil and I went out for drinks last night, and he’s going to dump Leslie this weekend.”

“Why? Leslie’s awesome.”

“He’s pretty sure she’s not into him. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s not into guys at all.”

I immediately started to get excited for Jenna.

“Based on what?”

“Three things. Whenever she mentions her ex, she never says ‘she’ or ‘he.’ It’s always “the ex.” He frequently catches her checking out girls. And last but not least, she talks about Jenna incessantly.”

“Can I tell Jenna?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Over dinner, we relived our favorite parts of the New Zealand trip: glowworm caves (me) and volcano (Ben), and discussed where we want to go next. We’re thinking maybe Costa Rica in the fall. The food and the company were both amazing, and later, in the bedroom, we were nervous with each other at first, but when it was over, we had achieved what I’d hoped for, a relationship reset.

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Back to Normal?

Ben and I hung out last night, and I’m happy to report that things are back to normal.

Without discussing it, we’d both gone out of our way to make the night special. He’d offered to cook, and when I showed up, he looked super-hot in dark jeans, a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black apron. I handed over my offerings – a bottle of wine I’d painstakingly selected, and a healthy-ish version of a mini chocolate cake that I’d bought from the hippie bakery near my office.

“You look great,” Ben said, taking in my flat-ironed hair, smoky eyes, and cranberry-colored dress and heels. He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss.

“So do you,” I said. “What’s for dinner?”

Ben went over the menu–stuffed mushroom appetizer, then a shaved fennel salad with lemon vinaigrette, followed by roasted pork tenderloin with an orange glaze and asparagus.

“It was a little ambitious for a Friday night,” he admitted. “I hope you aren’t starving, because it’s going to be a while.”

I offered to help, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, I poured us both a glass of wine and chatted with him while he cooked. I told him about the latest at work–Nate seemed puzzled that I was jumping in on the first part of the museum project when I’d been specifically assigned to the second part only.

“It was kind of funny, actually,” I continued. “I was like, ‘Nate, I can do both,’ and he was like, ‘K., I know you can do both. I just don’t understand why you want to.”

“Are you ever going to tell him that Greg is basically useless?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know yet. Nate’s been making it a point to get more involved in the day-to-day, and I think he actually has some idea.”

Ben set out the tray of stuffed mushrooms, and I began attacking them.

“You are starving, I can tell,” he said, dismayed.

“I’ll live.”

“So I have something that I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m going to anyway,” he continued.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Neil and I went out for drinks last night, and he’s going to dump Leslie this weekend.”

“Why? Leslie’s awesome.”

“He’s pretty sure she’s not into him. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s not into guys at all.”

I immediately started to get excited for Jenna.

“Based on what?”

“Three things. Whenever she mentions her ex, she never says ‘she’ or ‘he.’ It’s always “the ex.” He frequently catches her checking out girls. And last but not least, she talks about Jenna incessantly.”

“Can I tell Jenna?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Over dinner, we relived our favorite parts of the New Zealand trip: glowworm caves (me) and volcano (Ben), and discussed where we want to go next. We’re thinking maybe Costa Rica in the fall. The food and the company were both amazing, and later, in the bedroom, we were nervous with each other at first, but when it was over, we had achieved what I’d hoped for, a relationship reset.

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Back to Normal?

Ben and I hung out last night, and I’m happy to report that things are back to normal.

Without discussing it, we’d both gone out of our way to make the night special. He’d offered to cook, and when I showed up, he looked super-hot in dark jeans, a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black apron. I handed over my offerings – a bottle of wine I’d painstakingly selected, and a healthy-ish version of a mini chocolate cake that I’d bought from the hippie bakery near my office.

“You look great,” Ben said, taking in my flat-ironed hair, smoky eyes, and cranberry-colored dress and heels. He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss.

“So do you,” I said. “What’s for dinner?”

Ben went over the menu–stuffed mushroom appetizer, then a shaved fennel salad with lemon vinaigrette, followed by roasted pork tenderloin with an orange glaze and asparagus.

“It was a little ambitious for a Friday night,” he admitted. “I hope you aren’t starving, because it’s going to be a while.”

I offered to help, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, I poured us both a glass of wine and chatted with him while he cooked. I told him about the latest at work–Nate seemed puzzled that I was jumping in on the first part of the museum project when I’d been specifically assigned to the second part only.

“It was kind of funny, actually,” I continued. “I was like, ‘Nate, I can do both,’ and he was like, ‘K., I know you can do both. I just don’t understand why you want to.”

“Are you ever going to tell him that Greg is basically useless?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know yet. Nate’s been making it a point to get more involved in the day-to-day, and I think he actually has some idea.”

Ben set out the tray of stuffed mushrooms, and I began attacking them.

“You are starving, I can tell,” he said, dismayed.

“I’ll live.”

“So I have something that I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m going to anyway,” he continued.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Neil and I went out for drinks last night, and he’s going to dump Leslie this weekend.”

“Why? Leslie’s awesome.”

“He’s pretty sure she’s not into him. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s not into guys at all.”

I immediately started to get excited for Jenna.

“Based on what?”

“Three things. Whenever she mentions her ex, she never says ‘she’ or ‘he.’ It’s always “the ex.” He frequently catches her checking out girls. And last but not least, she talks about Jenna incessantly.”

“Can I tell Jenna?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Over dinner, we relived our favorite parts of the New Zealand trip: glowworm caves (me) and volcano (Ben), and discussed where we want to go next. We’re thinking maybe Costa Rica in the fall. The food and the company were both amazing, and later, in the bedroom, we were nervous with each other at first, but when it was over, we had achieved what I’d hoped for, a relationship reset.

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