Currently… in November 2017
Well, hello. I guess it’s been awfully quiet around here, huh? Guess I might as well let the cat out of the bag: on October 1st, my boyfriend of 3 1/4 years dumped me.
I hate that I’m “that girl” who gets her heart broken and completely shuts down, but, there you have it.
So I haven’t written anything in a month. Not that I haven’t had anything to say. I’ve had plenty to write about: processing the loss of a love you thought would last forever, being handed walking papers by someone you’re still deeply in love with and devoted to fighting for, apartment hunting for a new place to live while walking around haunted by the mistakes you wish you hadn’t made! Oh, October has been a shitshow, and I haven’t been my usual self.
I can say, though, that my new therapist — whom I met for the first time literally the day after I had my heart ripped out and diced fine and served back to me as Shattered Dreams Broken Heart Crudo — is incredible. Hey, I may have terrible luck with MEN, but I really keep winning in the THERAPIST department! I can honestly say I would not be where I am today without her.
And where am I, you may ask? Having been exiled from my beloved Greenpoint, I find myself settled now in Bushwick. Yes, Bushwick! I finally learned how to spell Bushwick, and now I live here! It’s my third day in this new place, I just decorated (read: hung my pictures and put new sheets on the bed) and I’m starting to feel comfortable (read: walking around with my pink zit cream on my face without caring if my roommates judge me).
I don’t think I’ve quite landed on my feet just yet, but by the time you read this, I’m doing the best that I can. Sex and the City taught me the equation for getting over someone: however long you were together, it takes that many months to get over someone. By 2018, I hope to be back to my “usual” self, but for now, I’m ready to blog again. And hey, that’s something! Please, no pity. Send me only puppies, sushi, and power ballads about surviving heartbreak.
FEELING: Broken, lonely, hollow, pathetic, hopeless, unlovable: reach into the Bag of Sad Adjectives (Sadjectives?) and pull out a few. But also? A little bit…relieved. It was getting to the point where I was emotionally exhausted and getting stomach aches every time my ex was around. Fights gave me diarrhea. Real-life diarrhea. I felt like I wasn’t good enough as a person, because I was clearly not good enough for him. Now I’m out from under the oppressive weight of his disappointment in me, I feel a little bit free.
WATCHING: I have been watching — you’re gonna laugh — 90-Day Fiancée and Married At First Sight. Because? It’s nice to see other people are worse at relationships than me? And since moving, I’ve been watching Catfish, an old favorite, and it’s nice to do something that’s “normal.”
LISTENING TO: In the beginning of last month, I was basically in a state of near-constant panic attack. I didn’t sleep — at all — for an entire 6 days. Almost a week, without a single minute of sleep. Thanks to my bosses for understanding my delirium when I asked a million questions about spreadsheets. Then, when I calmed down enough to take care of myself, I started to seek out guided meditations. See, I’d done one led by my aunt about halfway through the month when I went up for a visit, and I cried the entire time but felt SO MUCH MORE RELAXED afterwards. I’ve been finding them on YouTube, because I am like HELL shelling out my hard-earned dollars for Headspace. Nuh-uh.
READING: I haven’t read ANYTHING this month, are you kidding me? I am looking to start reading again, though, and my new therapist has already recommended a book to me. I’ll let you know how I get on with it, maybe, next month.
WORKING ON: Okay so here’s an interesting thing: I’ve been working on learning tarot! Yeah, when I went to Connecticut to visit my aunt & uncle, I had my cards read and immediately after, I felt like A MILLION times better. You know how I’ve been really into Mystic Mondays, the app, right? Well, I had an extensive reading with a really great person and it was awesome to just imagine a future outside of heartbreak and hyperventilating. I realized, whether the predictions came true or not, my tarot reading made me feel like I was going to be okay. I mulled it over for a while, and then I decided that I could do that for other people, too! So I bought a Rider-Waite deck and a very basic book, and have been memorizing the cards six-at-a-time, every day. This morning, I officially crossed the halfway mark, and I know more cards than I don’t know!
Also, Halloween was ghost-tour WILD and I had a blast leading tours. Getting to perform, and do something I’m good at, really helped a long way towards curing those feelings of worthlessness that plagued me all month.
Oh, additionally, I told a short ghost story for a friend’s podcast, Did You Hear The One?, this month! I was terrified to do it, since I’d never imagined doing such a thing, but immediately after I finished, I was walking on air. I couldn’t believe I’d stepped so far outside my comfort zone, and tried something new! The whole ride home on the train, I thought to myself, “If I can do this, I can do almost anything,” and it was such a boost towards reclaiming my identity.
THINKING ABOUT: How to break toxic patterns in my life. What I’m going to do with all this free time. Who am I, if not the one who nurtures and takes care of someone else? Dying alone and unloved can’t be that bad, can it? How the hell I’m going to open these window if it takes one hand each to squeeze in the top parts and a third hand to lift the window from the bottom…
EATING: I couldn’t eat without throwing up from sadness immediately after for like, a week and a half? And after that passed, I decided to be kind to my body and feed it whatever it wanted. It wanted avocados. Avocados, drizzled in olive oil, coated in salt. And sometimes chopped-up tomatoes, similarly dressed, on the side. In the past coupla days, I’ve been eating a lot of sushi, since the grocery store down the street from me (now) sells really good quality rolls, and after moving, I was craving protein!
LOOKING FORWARD TO: I’ve decided that this year is the year I’m finally going to do it — I’m going to go to the Macy’s Day Parade on Thanksgiving! I feel like the whole last year of my relationship I just sat around, waiting for him to want to do fun things with me. Now, there’s no reason to wait, I might as well just do them myself! Also coming up next month is my annual pilgrimage to Strawberry Fields!
MAKING ME HAPPY: My new bedroom is so tacky and purple and cozy, I lined up all my succulents on the ample windowsill and splurged on brand-new microfiber sheets (I get to sleep on them for the first time tonight!) and strung twinkle lights zig-zag across the ceiling. I can see into other apartments across an air shaft – something I missed from living in Harlem. Peeking into other peoples’ lives is a secret indulgence of mine. It must be one of yours, too, since you’re reading this blog! And now that you’ve gotten to the end of what has been one of the hardest posts for me to write, tell me that my ex is trash and recommend a good breakup song in the comments. Come on. We’re besties now. I deserve this.