Where do you get the strength to pick yourself up from a
break-up? I feel like I was just dropped off in the middle of nowhere and I don’t
remember my name or where to go. My life came to a screeching halt in a matter
of seconds. Now I sit 180 degrees backwards in some sort of limbo.
Maybe it’s just too
soon to do anything but feel. But it just feels so horrible. I feel hollow
inside. I automatically begin thinking I’m unlovable. I no longer have a large
bond and impact on one person. I am just me-party of one. It doesn’t matter
that others love me. Why do my feelings regarding my self worth change just
because I am a single person. Nobody
died. There are still people there that have always been there for me. And yet,
I just feel like curling up in the fetal position and hoping the feelings go
away. I also randomly ask myself, “Is this real life?” My life has lost some of
its purpose. What do I do to make my purpose whole again? What do I do to feel
content. Not happy. Just straight contentment. I mean can I get a yoga retreat
to fall from the sky? Can I talk to Buddha or just be hyperfocused on something random? Nope.
Patience, as usual, seems to be the key. Right when you feel you are going to
explode with sadness, a little something happens to move you a little closer to
contentment, purpose, zen.
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