Three simple things I Did to get over a heartbreak
First and foremost, I would never have chosen this as my very first Medium article. This was not what I intended to do to establish myself as a writer, but then I thought Avinash! Comm’n It’s okay, you can do it, and you can trust the people because we’re all in the same boat; we’re all going through shit now and then, and that’s what it is.
So here I am, sharing something that I thought I would never share in front of people on the internet. But I’m going ahead with it anyways.
If I begin from the onset, it would take me hours to capture everything in words. And I know that unless it was written by Shakespeare, no one would be interested in such a long story. As a result, I’ll keep it brief, more akin to an in-person chit-chat over coffee than a short break up story
So far, it’s obvious that I was in love and how much potential this four-letter word possesses, I suppose we’re all very familiar with it. Love, in all its glory, entered my life and then tragically vacated it after only two years. Ironically, that was my first encounter with love and everything that comes within the package.
Yes, I use the word package. Don’t you agree? I mean, love never comes on its own. There are so many other sentiments, situations, obstacles, and so on that came along with it. It was, at least, a complete package for me. So, like everyone else, I was overjoyed to receive this one from the holy courier service (aka life). I eagerly accepted the gift, opened it, liked it, embraced it, and then had to return it one day (the saddest day of my life then).
Although I was not a graceful giver, I cried, physically crawled on the floor, couldn’t eat, sleep, or do anything else that we couldn’t do when our lover/soul-mate/the one betrayed us.
It took me 6 months to finally accept and deal with reality. Of course, watching everything so lovely fade so soon feels absurd and more like a nightmare. It’s okay to feel broken, traumatized, cheated, and all the other terrible emotions. What, on the other hand, is not acceptable? Staying too long, expecting things to change magically, and blaming yourself for the actions of some jerk. It isn’t worth it.
And let me tell you what I did in those six months, which were life-changing for me
The F Factor
No, wait! Please do not pre-judge the title. What I mean by “F factor” in this context is “Friend.” Yes, Rachel to Monica, and Chandler to Ross ( metaphorically)
The first thing I did was ask for help. Yes, you should always seek support since it can help you overcome the trauma more swiftly. We all have that one soul friend in our life. And I did the same thing. I shared my feelings with one of my angel girlfriends, who is more like a soul sister to me. She was one of the pillars who helped me stand and prevented me from falling backward
The B Factor
I’m not going in alphabetical order here, but does it matter? Not really No, Right girls. The second thing I did was read, which may sound cliche, but believe me when I say it helped me in inconceivable ways. We tend to underestimate the worth of reading when we can easily watch a movie or scroll through our Instagram feed. Written words, on the other hand, have a distinct allure.
The F factor
Yes, there’s the F word again, but this time it stands for Faith. I have faith that I will fall in love again. And perhaps most significantly as I grew to believe in love even more fervently. I know it seems crazy, but I’d never had such absolute faith in love before. And here’s the golden phrase (Affirmation): “I am full of love, and a similar fullness of love awaits me out there, and I will not mourn over partial love.” I kept reminding myself that love is amazing and that it has its way of manifesting itself in your life. It will never enter your life at your choice time, in your preferred shape or size. But when it happens, you’ll just adore “LOVE.”
Hope I manage to make you believe in love and most importantly in yourself once again.
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