They actually wait. They aren’t secretly looking for someone to love them and acting they don’t care, they genuinely like their lives. The love the people in it and are not seeking validation from someone or anyone at all.
Goodbyes are hard because by the time you have to say them, usually, you have built memories, discovered more about yourself in and because of the person or place that you are leaving. You’ve grown together, but you are at an impasse now and you both feel it. You can’t grow much more together anymore. You know it’s time, but it’s still hard.
It’s a vicious cycle, one that rewards harmful words with external achievement. This is neither healthy nor fulfilling. It coerces you into believing your worth is directly correlated to how good you are at A or how many awards you won for B.
My journey is Heartbreak. Childhood Trauma. Iraq’s Warzone. Helplessness. Stigma. My journey is Bipolar Disorder. PTSD. And a fierce case of acute anxiety with a sprinkle of panic disorder on top. My journey is survival, finding hope, and sharing my experiences because the vibrations you create will be returned as an even greater echo.
You have to ignore the shit out of your ex for at least six months.
Cut yourself some slack, you’re doing the best you can.
You check your phone every 5–10 minutes for notifications.
You’re too stuck in the past and nostalgia makes you bitter and miserable. Whenever you think of the past, you wish it was still then, and you can’t help but remember when you were truly happy and carefree.