Another ValentineвЂ™s has come and gone, and IвЂ™m left thinking about CupidвЂ™s arrow and L-O-V-E day.
This though, it was less about me spending an hour shaving and more about reflection, introspection, and a journey into the heart of self-love year.
Trust me, IвЂ™m no specialist during the art work of intense self-love. IвЂ™m generally speaking definitely better at self-deprecation and self-sabotage.
Backstory: I first started processing the thought of dating myself when I had been going right on through a significant, major breakup year that is last. It absolutely was the absolute most defining relationship IвЂ™d ever been an integral part of; it had been with a person who was simply 1st person to ever understand me- the good, the bad, while the at the beginning of the morning me (yikes). It absolutely was a tumultuous, terrible, wonderful, bright, miserable, enlightening, and invigorating relationship- at one time. But, he just changed his brain 1 day. One thing about perhaps not having the ability to stay me personally or something like that. When it had been over, I became, just, alone.
I did sonвЂ™t understand where you can turn when it comes to highs and lows IвЂ™d become so used to over time. I did sonвЂ™t know whom to operate to or just how to distract myself from truth. I didnвЂ™t have meaning any longer. It sucked time that is big.
I became in hell. And never because he was missed by me.