Give yourself time to heal.
How I opened myself up to the possibility of new relationships
There’s nothing flattering about an ex coming back to you. It’s disrespectful.
Your twenties are a critical decade when you collect identity capitals and build the foundation for your life. There are plenty of value-adding things you could do to improve and enjoy yourself more instead of giving your heart away to someone who doesn’t know how to appreciate it.
Breakups and letting go of a romantic partner are not new to human experiences, but this extraordinary time of COVID-19 lockdown has shined a whole new light on heartbreak for those going through recovery in isolation.
Our issues and my past issues rolled into a ball too ugly and heavy that it took me months and months to crawl out of it.
I know I have changed. Lots of experiences have changed me. I’m not the person I was a year ago, or two years ago.
I know it hasn’t been easy because you think so much and feel so much. Your big, big heart always breaks faster than it heals.
Sit with yourself because there are times no one and nothing could help you but you.
Please stop saying sorry for what happened. Please stop apologising for all the clumsy ways you handled pain. Please allow yourself that much.
I’ve settled with the conclusion that things just simply did not work out for us. We were compatible in many ways, but maybe being lovers just wasn’t one of them.
Deep in your heart, you know that he’s not right for you and the possibility of a real relationship isn’t there.
I knew all my past struggles and mistakes and hangups and I brought them with me to the present day no matter how long before they had happened and regardless of whether I had resolved them. I subconsciously used them to define myself despite all the great progress I’d made to my life.
I’m not asking anything from you. I’m not going to bother you. I just need to ease the pain to keep on going. So, can I just be selfish for a moment and say the things I shouldn’t be saying…?
Towards the end of our stay at my childhood home, my parents fought all the time. They fought with each other, me, my sister, everyone really. Their drug addiction had gotten out of control.
When someone doesn’t want you, one day you will be thankful for their honesty and decision because they have let you go on to find yourself and the happiness you deserve.