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I'll cut out all the gory, boring about how sad I am. Instead I'll just say that I realized what I've been doing to try feeling happy and like myself again has stopped working.
Tonight I realized that I've probably hit rock bottom, at least insofar as my own life and tendencies are concerned. I cried on my walk home. There were no sobs or noise, but I couldn't stop the odd tear from running down my face every few seconds. This has happened before, as my ex- works down the same street on which I live, so sometimes I have to see him and can't control myself.
Tonight there was no reason. We're months out. It's been months since I told him I couldn't talk to him without hurting.
When I got home tonight I loaded a book on my phone, propped open my bathroom window and started smoking a cigarette in the shower. I realized how low I am when I found myself curled up fully clothed in my tub, knees pulled up to my chest, clutching my cigarette like some might hold a cross.
What I'm doing isn't working. It hasn't been. Months filled with distraction have failed. I haven't managed to keep my mind off the fact that I feel pretty fucked up every day and haven't truly felt like myself since I was left.
So, what do other people do to get out of this kind of dry drunk state of existence?
Tonight I realized that I've probably hit rock bottom, at least insofar as my own life and tendencies are concerned. I cried on my walk home. There were no sobs or noise, but I couldn't stop the odd tear from running down my face every few seconds. This has happened before, as my ex- works down the same street on which I live, so sometimes I have to see him and can't control myself.
Tonight there was no reason. We're months out. It's been months since I told him I couldn't talk to him without hurting.
When I got home tonight I loaded a book on my phone, propped open my bathroom window and started smoking a cigarette in the shower. I realized how low I am when I found myself curled up fully clothed in my tub, knees pulled up to my chest, clutching my cigarette like some might hold a cross.
What I'm doing isn't working. It hasn't been. Months filled with distraction have failed. I haven't managed to keep my mind off the fact that I feel pretty fucked up every day and haven't truly felt like myself since I was left.
So, what do other people do to get out of this kind of dry drunk state of existence?










You can do it.....if my tools don't work...start actively searching for tools that WILL work for you so you can move on...






