When I wrote this, I was desperately trying to convince myself that I would be okay

When I wrote this, I was desperately trying to convince myself that I would be okay. It was just two weeks after the breakup, and I truly felt like my world had crumbled. I was moving through life in a fog, barely functioning. Fast forward a year—did things get better?
Absolutely, yes.
But don’t get me wrong—it wasn’t easy. It took hard work and resilience. I cried in the car every day. I poured my soul into journaling. I left my job because working with him—and watching him with her—was unbearable. I leaned heavily on therapy, showing up as often as I could. At first, I had to force myself to get out of bed, to go through the motions, to simply exist. Gradually, though, I didn’t need to force it as much.
I learned so much about myself during that time. I began to let go. I rekindled old friendships and rediscovered hobbies that made me happy. I found a new version of myself, someone a little different but stronger—and that’s okay.
Healing wasn’t a straight line. There were weeks I felt amazing, only to find myself crying in the car again, as though the breakup had just happened. But over time, I realized something profound: I didn’t want him back. Sure, I cried over the hurt and the anger, but the desire to be with him was gone. That realization was freeing, and you’ll get there too.
A year later, I don’t care what he’s doing or how he feels. I’ve been blessed with a happy, healthy relationship now—one I’m deeply grateful for and plan to nurture. Who knows? Maybe it will lead to something lifelong.
If you take one thing from this, let it be this: you will be okay. But you have to do the work for yourself—not to win them back. Let yourself cry when you need to, feel your emotions fully, but don’t stay stuck in them. Push yourself to keep going because you are worth the effort. Mistakes are lessons, not chains. Learn from them but don’t let them define you.
Cut off contact—cold turkey. Put away old photos and texts. You don’t need to delete everything, but save it in a folder and move it out of sight for now. Cutting ties will hurt, but letting yourself be dragged back repeatedly hurts even more. Stop reopening the wound.
And please, block them. If they blocked you? Perfect—they’ve done the hard part for you.
But what if I can’t stop talking to them? What if they reach out? What if we can still be friends or get back together someday?
Ask yourself this: Do you really want someone who devalued you enough to leave? What’s stopping them from doing it again? Could you survive going through this a second time? Trust me, cut the cord. Let it end for good—for your own sake. You are worth so much more. YOU ARE WORTH MORE!
Remember, healing isn’t a straight path. Everyone’s journey is different, and it’s okay to have setbacks. Be patient and gentle with yourself. You’ll make it through this. ??

Last updated on:2024-11-18T14:02:53+05:30

Comments (8)

Silas04
Silas04 1 y ago

I’m currently struggling with letting go. Your advice is spot on.

Naomi
Naomi 1 y ago

I know exactly what you mean about the crying in the car. It’s a tough one.

EmmettRai
EmmettRai 1 y ago

I’m still in the early stages of my healing journey. Your story gives me hope.

Chester22
Chester22 1 y ago

Your words are a beacon of hope. I'm going through a similar situation and this really helps.

Kennedy
Kennedy 1 y ago

This is so incredibly inspiring. Thank you for sharing your story. It gives me hope.

PaulNoe
PaulNoe 1 y ago

Great post. Just so lonely and want the companionship back with her ;(

Eleanor
Eleanor 1 y ago

Thank you, needed to hear this

Reuben
Reuben 1 y ago

Thank you for this. I’ve been struggling with overwhelming thoughts lately because I truly cared for her and loved her deeply. I never imagined she would do what she did. As someone with an anxious attachment style, I often ask my friends, “Will it ever get better?” Reading your posts gives me hope that it will, as long as I allow myself to feel and process these emotions. Even though I wake up every morning feeling like I don’t want to exist, I know I have to keep pushing forward. Your post from a year ago resonated deeply with me—it reminded me of how much I tried to hold on to her. One day, she sent me a message saying she didn’t love me and left. When I reached out a week later, she treated me terribly, leaving me completely shattered.