Hello, My story in brief. I am 27 years old, a dynamic person, successful in my work, I am independent, I have friends, I love to travel. I have a great family with whom we support each other in everything. Everything was going great until my friend left me a few months ago. He left me with ugly words, he told me that he never really loved me, he told me many things that killed something in me. I grew a lot in a few months. I was at the bottom, then I thought I had experienced it. Now I go back to the bottom from time to time, but it's easier to go up. I feel a constant melancholy, I don't cry, but I don't enjoy anything. I claim to be happy, but I am so empty inside that I have a feeling that if someone hits me, they will kill me.
From the man who used to travel constantly, I don't feel like going anywhere now. I have the feeling that I would have gone somewhere without him and if we ever get together, the places we can both go around will be 1 less. I constantly carry my past with me. If I take 3 steps forward, I take 10 steps back for fear of leaving him there. I live every day in a fantasy of how I will be with him in the future. Sometimes I'm even so disconnected from the world that I forget what I've been doing all day because I've been in my head. Has anyone ever felt this way? I'm looking for some hope that this is getting better. I loved him very much, he is the first person I loved, and I am 27. I do not fall in love easily, I love even harder. Will there be another. I already exist, but somehow meaningless. I ask the admins to approve the topic !!! I constantly carry my past with me. If I take 3 steps forward, I take 10 steps back for fear of leaving him there. I live every day in a fantasy of how I will be with him in the future. Sometimes I'm even so disconnected from the world that I forget what I've been doing all day because I've been in my head. Has anyone ever felt this way? I'm looking for some hope that this is improving. I loved him very much, he is the first person I loved, and I am 27. I do not fall in love easily, I love even harder. Will there be another. I already exist, but somehow meaningless. I ask the admins to approve the topic !!! I constantly carry my past with me. If I take 3 steps forward, I take 10 steps back for fear of leaving him there. I live every day in a fantasy of how I will be with him in the future. Sometimes I'm even so disconnected from the world that I forget what I've been doing all day because I've been in my head. Has anyone ever felt this way? I'm looking for some hope that this is getting better. I loved him very much, he is the first person I loved, and I am 27. I do not fall in love easily, I love even harder. Will there be another.
I already exist, but somehow meaningless. I ask the admins to approve the topic !!! Has anyone ever felt this way? I'm looking for some hope that this is getting better. I loved him very much, he is the first person I loved, and I am 27. I do not fall in love easily, I love even harder. Will there be another. I already exist, but somehow meaningless. I ask the admins to approve the topic !!! Has anyone ever felt this way? I'm looking for some hope that this is improving. I loved him very much, he is the first person I loved, and I am 27. I do not fall in love easily, I love even harder. Will there be another. I already exist, but somehow meaningless. I ask the admins to approve the topic !!!
1 asian__barbie answered
I feel exactly like that. It's been about two weeks since he left me. I have no desire for anything, nor do I want more connection with another. It may be easier, but you will not forget it. These things stay, you just get used to living with them. When you think about it, it's normal for it to hurt. And I like you - one day I'm at the bottom, another not. I behave in front of people as if it's easy for me, but internally it's not. I often dream that everything is as before. Then I wake up and cry. It relieves me temporarily. Then memories come to me again and that's when it's scariest. The memories are the mother ... So, one thing I know for sure - to be alone is the lesser evil. It always hurts after a breakup, especially when you loved a lot. And even more so when only you loved. And loneliness weighs, but is easier to accept.