I was in this place for three months, that's 90+ days, give or take a few days, awhile back. cried for days, weeks; analyzed it, thought about it 24/7. couldn't eat, barely slept. felt like a huge part of me was gone because I found the one thing we had in common and just gave 110% of myself away because I wanted to and felt like I needed to, just to get over a relationship where I did the same damn thing. one breath at a time, one day at a time. don't beat yourself and don't lose faith in people. because that's what I did. and the I ended up giving up on myself. and dude, that is a hard road to get back on, for men and women. that's like taking a wrong turn on GPS and then having to take a 2 hour detour, delaying the road back to progress and process. I don't have advice. just saying that I understand. *fist bump hug*
the only advice I can give is: don't hate the world. just cry that shit out and let all of that be your healing. the journey is different than the destination.
