What broken hearts and broken arms have in common


SARAH CURNOLES

BREAKUP COACH

​​Remember that 90s movie Rookie of the Year?

If not, it’s worth a rewatch. Here’s the gist: 12-year-old Henry is an average baseball player until he breaks his arm. When it heals, something miraculous happens: he suddenly has a lightning-fast pitching arm. The Cubs recruit him, and with his new skill (plus his quick wit and humor), he helps them win their division and head to the World Series.

I often say that healing heartbreak is a lot like healing a broken arm.

When you break a bone, you don’t just “wait it out.” You see a doctor, get a cast, protect it from further damage, and then work with a physical therapist to regain strength. There’s a process.

Heartbreak has a process too. And while you can figure it out on your own. When you do, that means you’re probably taking the long, painful road.

I know because I did it myself for years.

But here’s the thing: working with me as your breakup coach is like getting Henry’s miracle pitching arm.

💔 You process your grief and pain and learn how to handle those feelings for life.
💔 You stop the ruminating thoughts and self-blame and start feeling lighter almost immediately.
💔 You detach from the past and feel free again so you enjoy your life more.
💔 You reconnect with who you are and what you want, which means actually feeling what it’s like to love yourself.

And when you master these skills, your life starts to feel miraculous:

  • You wake up excited to start the day.
  • You rediscover hobbies and passions you’d forgotten or even try something new.
  • You feel energized, confident, and open.
  • Dating (when you’re ready) becomes fun, easy, and aligned with what you truly want so you end up in a more connecting, loving relationship.

Like Henry, you go back to your “normal” life but everything feels different, better, brighter.

And that’s what I want for you. To create your own miracles. Because you deserve more than ordinary.

It all starts with one simple step: a conversation.

I have a few spots open for new coaching clients right now. Book your free consultation today and let’s explore what your next chapter could look like.

Book your free consultation here.

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