Breakups are hard, especially when you get burned by a guy. It’s like getting burned by a curling iron — the pain is instantly intense, then you’re left with a stinging reminder for weeks, and it doesn’t fully heal without a treatment of some kind before you’re left scarred. For me, that treatment didn’t come in the form of an ointment or even a therapist. Instead, three days after the initial sting of our breakup, it came from an animal that stood about 15 hands high, had four hooves, a mane prettier than Gisele’s, and a muscular stature that rivaled Hercules’s. My healing came from a horse.