This story is really fucking embarrassing but I will share it.

When my ex left unexpectedly almost 4 years ago, I cried. I cried so hard. I broke things. I punched holes in my apartment walls. I truly thought the world had ended. It was so bad that several of my neighbors called the cops on me. 3 cops walked into my apartment and they were some of the nicest cops I have ever talked to. I was still inconsolable and I said something to make them think I was going to hurt myself so they took me on suicide watch for 72 hours.

2 different security guards watched me all night and I had probably the biggest pep talk I had ever gotten. One was an older woman who talked of her husband randomly leaving and taking everything and she had to be hospitalized too but still managed to have a life afterwards. And another was a fellow black man talking about his troubles and how get got his money up and developed his big dick energy. I thought how could they be so fucking strong and awesome. How could they say "It's going to be okay". I was eventually transferred to the treatment center where I met other people who were really going through some shit. Didn't talk to anyone though.

Upon being released I was met by a cop at the door and arrested on the spot for my crimes during my outburst and I spent 5 days in jail before getting bonded out by my family. And while I was in I talked to many of the other inmates and strangely enough I had one of the realest talks I've ever had. He told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and that my parents would be ashamed. And it was followed by "It's going to be okay". We really bonded. I cried when I bonded out and gave him my number. I wonder how he's doing.

I was ordered to do court ordered group and individual therapy which I thought was going to be total bull shit that I was going to have to get through. But slowly but surely I started looking forward to it. I wanted to work and get better and identify those shitty patterns that I do that puts me in shitty situations like that. Accountability. When I graduated from the group therapy, we all had to give a final statement to the class and I teared up and just told them that when my ex left and I was handcuffed I thought that my life was over but this class taught me how to be the person I wanted to be and that I will be practicing them every single day of my life. In some ways the jail thing was one of the best things to ever happen to me. And as a hug bonus, the charge is sealed.

2 years later, my friend calls me saying that his wife left. And one of the first words out of my mouth were:

"It's going to be okay."