Well it’s been three months now since she dropped the bomb. It was that situation where everything seems fine one day in the next she says she’s leaving. The first few days I was in a really dark place. But I kept 1 foot in front of the other. I work out, study, work and make it a point to hang out with friends once every couple of weeks.

It’s going OK more or less. The violent emotion and swirling thoughts slowly settle into contemplation. I do have the occasional tough day where the loneliness/ loss of my person hits out of the blue. But yeah, it’s ok. It’s just me and the dog living frugally until the whole process is sorted out. I’m posting this for you guys that are still freshly deep in the hurt. Just keep going. It gets better👍

PS: if you can, take anything that belongs to her and put them in a room you don’t use. Huge mental health benefit