stonerblue
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Yes I have, a couple of times. It was very, very difficult both times. It was like a bereavement. The first time is the worst, you really bottom out for a time.
The biggest shock for me was how much it affected me. I am not a person who buckles, or I should say I wasn’t. But I did. That was a shock. I still functioned at work, I still gave the appearance outwardly that I was strong, but inside I didn’t feel that way.
I am a product of my upbringing, my city, my working class culture that put a lid on how I coped. Looking back that lid only served to keep the emotions bubbling with nowhere to go. I’m not talking about going to my friends and breaking down. My conditioning could not allow me to do that. But as time went by, I realised I had to give myself the room to grieve on my own.
I did this and although it was still very painful, it allowed me to stop beating myself up for being hurt. We Glaswegians are known for many things, sitting about crying and getting hugs isn’t on the list. Particularly those from my generation.
The second time was as painful, but the the recovery was quicker and the lessons learned helped me stop falling into, or I should say, throwing myself into a self pitying pit. It’s ok to feel self pity, it’s ok to be really hurt, but you need to try and prevent being engulfed.
Sitting in the house stewing is required for a time. That’s absolutely normal. You need to force yourself to get out. To go and see your mates. To try and laugh. My brother used to call me Portable Gallows. It made me laugh. The humour of my city and yours is brutal at times, but it comes from a good place.
The ability to say Fuck it, is the start of the journey back. It doesn’t shorten the journey, you don’t dodge the bullet, it has your name on it. What it does do is makes the path less dark.
You have to be open to letting yourself recover. If you tell yourself you will never get over them, you probably won’t. Or at least you make that journey much longer.
Eventually you will get by it and be able to accept it, it’s not going to change, they ain’t coming back so you need to tell yourself that. It’s holding onto a hopeless wish that keeps you under.
The sun gets up every morning. You need to do the same. The two people I never thought I could be happy without, proved to be a wrong assumption. I can think of them both now without feeling pain. I don’t regret them being in my life, but more importantly. I realise that they weren’t the sum of my life.
I am.
And how I look at myself determines my happiness. Other people can make that better, but they don’t define you.
It’s hard but it’s survivable. There is no magic wand for happiness. But there is a cudgel we use on ourselves that can make us continually miserable. Put that fucker away. Take the pain as there isn’t an option, but give yourself a fighting chance by allowing yourself the option to at least try to move on.
A better future is waiting, even if it’s only an end to the level of pain you find yourself in, that alone is worth going for.
One more thing. If you start to see other people, let them know you are not in a position to jump straight back into an emotional situation. They can then make the decision to see you and you won’t have the guilt of hurting someone else by stepping on them to keep your head above water. You know what pain feels like, don’t pass that on by not being honest about where you are.
That’s not honourable. Plenty of people feel the same. Find them and you will heal.
Good luck to anyone in this situation. It’s part of life. It isn’t your whole life though. That’s the bottom line.
A dishwasher, and now this...?? I'm beginning to doubt your Scots roots. Jessie.