Apologies to my heart

 

Apologies to My Organs: A Letter to My Heart

Dear Heart,

For years, I thought you betrayed me. I called you weak when you skipped a beat, cursed you when you pounded too hard, and blamed you when the doctor told me I was at risk. I thought you attacked me. But the truth is, you never attacked me—I attacked you.

I fed you meals that clogged your highways of life—greasy fast foods, sugar-heavy treats, and salty snacks that hardened your pathways. I drowned you in sodas and energy drinks instead of giving you the clean water you longed for. I starved you of fresh fruits, green vegetables, and the foods that would have helped you thrive.

You kept working faithfully through it all—pumping, pushing, fighting to keep me alive even when I made your job harder every day. You were never the enemy. I was.

Now, I see more clearly. You were always on my side. Every racing heartbeat was a cry for help, not an attack. Every moment of tightness was a warning, not a betrayal. And every quiet rhythm through the night was your reminder that you were still here—still trying, still serving, still loving me even when I didn’t love you back.

So today, I apologize. I’m sorry for blaming you when it was my choices that hurt you. I’m sorry for not listening when you spoke in palpitations, pressure, and pain. I’m sorry for forgetting that you are not just an organ—you are my lifeline, my drummer, my constant companion.

From this day forward, I promise to do better. I will feed you life instead of slow poison. I will give you the gift of movement, fresh air, and rest. I will trade excuses for discipline, and regret for gratitude. I will love you the way you have loved me all along.

Thank you for not giving up on me.

With deepest apology and newfound respect,
Me