Every relationship you ever have is an investment you make. You invest your time, your emotion, money, thought, whatever. And when those relationships end or decay, it feels like losing an investment that you’ve sunk a shit ton of time and money into (like that infamous real estate bubble of 2008). It hurts. It feels like running until you puke your face off coupled with drowning in the Swamp of Sadness.
It.
Fucking.
Sucks.
One thing that I have to say in favour of the end of a relationship is that, if done correctly, it provides a sense of certainty and closure that you can’t get anywhere else. You no longer have the uncertainty of whether or not this person still values you the way you deserve to be valued. You don’t have to fear the worst happening, because something that feels like the worst (it isn’t, I’m learning) has already happened. It’s something oddly freeing. You’re hurting, surviving, living through it.
And you’re gonna get through it. If people can get through the Great Depression, dictatorships that would make Stalin go “hey man, you may need to slow your roll, friend”, you can get through this.
My name’s Rianna, and Nexopia-Esque venting is how I handle turmoil.
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