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Thursday
Oct182012

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (Julie's Guide to Healing From a Heartbreak) 

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie


Sooooo....

Going through a breakup, huh? I'm sorry, because I have most definitely been there. As you can read through previous posts, I went through a pretty traumatic break up and made it through it. You can, too. I promise.

I want to make something CRYSTAL clear first! I would never, never tell anyone what they should NOT do in this type of situation. You will probably do something unhealthy or stupid in this phase. I won't judge you for it. All I can do is tell you what worked for ME. So here it is: Julie's Guide to Healing From a Heartbreak.

Step 1: Indulge the pain.

Eat some ice cream. Wear sweatpants. Hide under your comforter and cuddle with your cat. Take a day or two off of work. And cry, cry, cry. Watch Sex and the City. Call your mom and friends.

Step 2: Pamper (make yourself look hot).

As a consequence of Step 1, you may have put on a pound or two. (I was the opposite, I stopped eating until I dropped 15% of my weight and my hair started to fall out). Either way, if you look like shit, you're going to feel even worse about yourself and the whole situation. Here's where working out comes in handy. You look like shit and you're an emotional roller coaster. Take all of that emotional energy and work it out! Transfer the want to cry into running on a treadmill. Someday soon, you will want to start dating again. Think about all the new hot people you can date. Think about running over your ex's face a million times. Take that asshole! For me, I couldn't have gotten through the healing process without yoga and meditation.

Then go to a salon and get your hair cut/colored. Get your nails done. Get waxed. Get ready.

Step 3: Party like it's 1999.

I went out and partied. My God, did I party. I couldn't bear the thought of being home by myself. Be careful with your alcohol intake here. You owe yourself a couple of sloppy nights, but let's not give yourself something else to feel bad about.

Step 4: Forgive yourself for whatever stupid shit you did between Steps 1 through 3.

Step 5: Get your shit together.

I was always spot on when it came to paying all of my bills. I had this schedule that I would follow- pay a,b, and c the first half of the month and x,y, and z the second half. When my relationship ended, so did that. Shit got paid when it got paid. So take a breath and look around and see what you can clean up. Make sure you're performing as you should be at your job. Here I am a year and a half later and the other day I looked at my filing cabinet and realized that after all of this time, it was still a mess and that I really need to finally go through the stack that developed while I was nursing my wounds.

Step 6: See a therapist.

You don't have to see this person forever if you don't want to. Maybe it's just for two months. It might depend on how long the relationship was, if there was legal stuff to work through (divorce), children involved, how bad the betrayal was, etc. I couldn't shut the hell up during my recovery. All I could talk about was my ex. My poor mother listened to hours and hours of me verbally working through the littlest sentence my ex said or me ripping apart an incident in the past. Give your friends and family a break. The last thing they want to do is hurt you but they are tired of listening to you talk about your break up!! A neutral third party can help you to see what is really happening and help you to work through it.

Step 7: Work On You.

This can mean different things to everyone. For me it meant building out a network of friends. Discovering hobbies. Getting back to what made me, me.

Step 8: Have an Adventure.

I was sad. I wanted to feel happy. Short of doing drugs, this is the best method for getting away mentally for a bit from your problems. It made me feel alive at a time when I felt dead inside. It also really helped boost my self esteem because I felt like I woke up from a coma and I had missed out on life. Doing new stuff made me feel alive and exciting. Some of the adventures I went experienced include:

Zip lining in Asheville, NC
Partied for the first time in Las Vegas
Dancing on stage with Prince
Skydiving for my birthday

San Diego Comic Con (first time in SD and I slept in my car)

Step 9: Give Yourself Some Credit

I recently discovered the TV show Intervention and was so drawn in. I couldn't believe how these people were just willing to throw their lives away. And they had all of these people around them who loved them. One night I watched two episodes in a row and both of them focused on women who turned to drugs/alcohol after they lost their significant other. It shocked me and made me realize that I could have let myself fall apart. I could have just given up. I felt really silly about being proud of myself. But dude! I didn't let this ruin me. In fact, I'm happier than I have ever been. And you can be, too. 

Good luck!
Love, Julie

#nerdsunite

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Thursday
Jun072012

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (The Best Part About Endings Is Beginnings)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie

It's been quite awhile since I have written anything. I really needed some time to keep to myself while I tried to figure out what my new 'normal' feels like. Also, I started seeing someone and I honestly wasn't sure what to write about. I didn't want to mess anything up with him. But I'm now ready to update you all on my life. There's also a few nuggets of wisdom I wish to impart upon you guys on the topic of break-ups, getting back on your feet and how to make sure you are actually living life and not just going through the motions.

Soooo...guess what?

This unwed bride has a boyfriend.

I still can't get over it. Just saying that line, "I have a boyfriend" is just...soo I don't even know. Clearly, I'm not used to the whole concept yet. It's nice though.

Me and this dude met through the lovely @meowmistidawn on her birthday back in February. The way we met is pretty funny. We were both at Misti's birthday party at Bar Sinister @clubbarsinsiter in Hollyhood and I don't remember seeing him. At all. I vaguely remember seeing him in the parking lot when we all were figuring out who was riding with who back to Misti's place. It wasn't until we were literally outside of her door that I noticed him and introduced myself. We started off with where are you from and the usual pleasantries. When I found out that he is from Indiana, I laughed inside. The cute, musician I had been dating since November had dropped off of my radar two weeks prior is also from Indiana. (For whatever reason I know a ton of people out in LA not just from Indiana but that attended college at Indiana University, so many that it's officially weird.) So logically my next question was to ask him if he went to IU.

"Yes, you did?" I think I asked him his age. And then, a shot in the dark, "Do you know XXXX XXXXX (fill in with musician I had been dating that totally broke my heart)?"

He said yes and I was completely in shock. No matter how big LA actually is, so often it feels like the smallest city ever to me.

And then, more shock as he said, "Yeah, we were in a band together in college."

NO. FREAKIN. WAY.

The story gets crazier. Not only did my future boyfriend know musician dude and not only were they in a band together but...

"After I broke up with my girlfriend, he started dating her."

So...they dated the same chick.

As he and I are talking I get the sense that he doesn't have the best opinion of musician dude. He checks facebook and realizes that they aren't friends on there and then wonders if they ever were and if the musician deleted him. He makes a comment that, of course, all of their mutual friends are just girls. He says he doesn't hate him or anything but he always struck him as someone who had it easy. Being in my position, as someone who unknowingly a week later would be getting a Dear John phone call from the musician, but could already tell he was over it (and by it I mean me), it was nice to hear someone not have the best opinion of him.

We spoke about what instruments we played in band (me, the oboe for concert and flute and mellophone for marching. Him, the trumpet). The conversation flowed very easily between us.

The next day I got a text from Misti letting me know that he asked for my info. He didn't take very long to text me and ask me if I wanted to hang out. I jokingly asked him if this was a plot a decade in the making to get back at musician dude. A few days later I got tickets to see The Roots and decided to invite him along. He picked me up and opened the car door for me (to this day I've only opened my own car door a handful of times). We spent so much time talking that we missed a good chunk of the show. We talked about everything, including our exes! He also just went through a broken engagement so unlike musician dude, who had no concept of what I've been through, this guy understood.

Our second date was a lot of fun; we went to see The Harlem Globetrotters, which was underwhelming because I think they should still all have afros, but we had fun anyways. At dinner he told me that he thought of these two times we spent together as hangouts, not dates. I was kinda embarrassed, I told him I thought they were dates. I believe it was decided that they officially were dates by the end of that night when we kissed in his car when he dropped me off. I was so worried he would be a bad kisser, many people are, but he wasn't.

Three months later on Cinco de Mayo we decided to become exclusive. I was really scared but he is SUCH A GREAT, KIND PERSON that I knew this gamble would be in my favor. At first it was weird to have a boyfriend that wasn't my ex, but now it feels great to have a boyfriend that isn't my ex. This guy is so smart, talented and compassionate that he makes moving on easy.

#yaylife

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Thursday
Mar292012

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (Last Week- I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie

When we first flipped the calendar page to March, I got worried. I knew it was coming. I didn't know how I would feel.

On Tuesday, March 20, came the anniversary of the wedding that never was. I had a lot of thoughts in my head that day about the whole event. (Seriously, no one should ever have to return a wedding dress!) But something about those thoughts really surprised me. They weren't nearly as sad as I had been anticipating.

I actually didn't sit at my desk and think about myself in The Florida Keys, I didn't picture myself in my wedding dress or think about the party afterwards. Yes, of course it was a sad day, but what I actually thought about was my friends.

I thought about my friends and how grateful I am for all of them to be in my life. How they took care of me when I needed to be cared for most. One of my co-workers, Erica, let me spend half of March on her couch, which I will be eternally grateful for. She listened to me go on and on about my ex. She helped me to feel as though I wasn't alone. She lent me Eat, Pray, Love - the quintessential what do you do after your life falls apart book.

That friend and a couple of others, two that I had just met earlier in the month and are still good friends with to this day, got in our cars and drove out to Las Vegas to help distract me from the wedding that never was.

That Vegas trip was one of the best things I did for myself. It was my first time ever in Vegas. The four of us ended up meeting up with a bunch of coworkers that also happened to be in Vegas that weekend and we had ourselves a blast. I learned how to play Black Jack. I also fell in love with playing Black Jack. We partied in the Foundation Room at House of Blues and as I stared off at the spectacular view, I was scared but excited. I flirted and danced with some random dude that night for the first time in 8 years.

When the actual day came, I was heartbroken. And when 3:15pm PT came, the actual time we were supposed to be wed, I was crying. Erica layed down on my bed next to me and put her arms around me as I cried. Both of my parents called me to check on me that day.

Her and I went to a show that night and I was so grateful to not have to be alone and to be distracted. On the way back to LA we made sure to stop at Red Lobster (so wondrously tacky!) to eat some seafood and cheddar bay biscuits. The whole trip was so much fun!

I was so busy working last Tuesday that I forgot to get sad at 3:15pm PT. I didn't realize I had missed it until 3 hours later. And even then, I didn't get sad, I just reflected on how different my life is now and how amazing all of the people in my life are.

It wasn't easy, but due to being in sink or swim mode I turned off my social anxiety in order to survive. My life is so fulfilling now because I have so many wonderful people in it. And as the months have turned into a year, it's those friends and all of the new ones I have made that make my life what it is - great!

#nerdsunite

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Thursday
Mar222012

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (Not So Jazzed To Meet You)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie

It finally happened y'all. A bad date. I've had such good luck with all of the dates I have been on. The guys have either been super attractive or successful or both. In an effort to get everything out of my system so that when I do get into a relationship, I'm ready, I thought I would do something funny/bad/irresponsible: go out on a date with a 24 year old.

First up, lemme talk about the site where I met this little darling, Jazzed. Back in October, Jen and I went to a promo party for this site which is cross promoted with the CBS Tv show Excused. Now, I admit, this is kinda genius marketing. A dating show attached to a dating site. Except for the fact that Jazzed, welllll, kinda sucks. I was suckered into downloading the iPhone app in order to receive a free pair of day-glow colored sun glasses. So as they plotted, since I already had the app on my phone, I went ahead and filled out my profile.

You are allowed to add numerous pictures of yourself, then there is a free form "About me and what I'm looking for" section, a "Tell Julie about you" section" where you select questions you would like people to answer, "In My own words" with the sub headers "What are your favorite TV shows?", "What are your favorite movies?", "what 3 words describe your perfect mate?", "Where did you grow up?", and "What drives you crazy?". Then there's a general details section just like on OK Cupid. The Jazzed approach makes it easier to fill out your profile, which makes it easily more generic.

Aside from the lack of quality guys that I've seen on here and the fact that you have to pay for it (I guess I got grandfathered in because I've never paid a cent), my least favorite thing about Jazzed is the cop outs it lets people take when contacting someone they are interested in. Instead of having to write to the other person, you can opt to send them a pre-written one sentence Ice breaker such as "Your profile got my attention...let's chat!" or "Your profile brought a smile to my face!" or even worse "Wink!". Lamesauce. It's like poking someone on facebook or even choosing someone on OKC. Another way to avoid actually writing to someone is to "like" a particular part of their profile or "nudge" them. The only things in my Jazzed inbox I ever looked at were messages.

So, a lot of what I have received has been ummm, let's just say not good. But this message caught my eye:

"Wow, Julie, you are the coolest. SUCH great taste, crazy gorgeous, and I could tell at a glance that you're a fun, positive person. I only wish I were a few years older."

I realized I had my age range set to 25-35 and that this dude was 24. Cute with bright blue eyes. But 24! So I didn't write him back. Two weeks later I got another message from him:

"You're still my favorite"

And then a third one!

"I've all but given up...but would still love to talk."

Okay, okay. His persistence actually had me intrigued. We sent some emails back and forth in December and then I forgot all about it and him. Then the other week, he wrote to me. I decided why the hell not? and gave him my number. I've done some pretty irresponsible things in the last couple of months, so I'll just pile this on top. I had no intention of ever seriously dating a 24 year old. We start texting and just like through the Jazzed emails he comes across as confidant and fun. It turned out he was well versed in the nerd universe, a big plus! He then invited me to go see a comedy/music performance for Don't Stop Or We'll Die with appearances by Paul Scheer, Jenny Slate and Sarah Silverman. Score! I love live shows.

So, here we go.

The very first inkling of the issues to come was from one of the text messages I received before the start of the date.

"The show is at 8:30, btw. Meet there around 8? I'm two months from having a car down here, or I'd pick you up."

I'm okay with this because I don't want a first date to see where I live anyways. Now, not having a car is not necessarily a deal breaker, but I just dated a guy for two months that didn't have a car and it was kinda annoying.

So I get there (The Largo at the Coronet) and due to my unfounded paranoia that I will not recognize the person I am supposed to be meeting I go back into the Jazzed app and look at his profile again. Wait a minute...wait just a minute...does he have a lazy eye? (Lordy lord, I'm sooo sorry that this will most certainly offend someone out there reading this) In his profile picture he's looking straight at you! Great, now I'm going to be attempting to not stare at this person's lazy eye.

I get into the place and text him. He walks out (and I recognize him right away of course!) and we both go in for The Confident Hug. We sit down at a table since the performance hall isn't open yet. He sits at an angle in an attempt to hide the eye. He's cute. Black rimmed glasses, cool blazer, good facial hair.

Conversation time. Here's where the awkward begins. In person, this guy is nothing like he is through emails/text. I'm guessing the lazy eye thing has a severe affect on his confidence. I ask him what he does for a living. I find out that he's unemployed. But! He does make money as a magician. As visions of JOB prancing onstage run through my head I somehow maintain a poker face of fake, pleasant interest and ask about The Magic castle. I ask him what part of town he lives in. He tells me and I then realize that it is different from what it says on his Jazzed profile. I ask him about this and learn that he has been staying at friend/family's houses. Meaning: he's homeless.

We go into the theater and continue to talk. I do the bulk of the work here, continuously finding new topics to discuss. He looks (pretty much) straight forward the whole time he talks to me while we're in the theater. Again, something that I am sure is a by-product of the lazy eye, but still hard to deal with on my end. The show is great! So, at least that part of the date is solid.

Afterwards, as we're walking out I suggest we go next door to the Roger Room and grab a drink. He gets an embarrassed look on his face and confesses that he doesn't have his ID. At this point I'm wondering if he's actually 24. Dear God, what if he's 20?! He says he lost it and that since he hasn't been driving in the short amount of time that he's been in LA it hasn't been an issue. He says I should know of some places we can go where he won't get carded because this is my hood. No dude, I don't commonly categorize bars in my head by cards/doesn't card since I am a 29 year old woman and the majority of my friends are in their mid to upper twenties.

Not drinking isn't the biggest deal to me, I suggest walking over to Coffee Bean and he makes a comment about the date getting downgraded. Sheesh buddy, YOU forgot YOUR ID, be a good sport, make the best of things, like I am trying to do. We walk up the street looking for options, places we could potentially get a drink without being IDed (this is freaking impossible, BTW, he's actually 24 and looks 20 and I'm 29 and look 24 - we're getting IDed). After not finding anything, we start walking towards Coffee Bean. I still feel like I am carrying the conversation the whole way.

We get to Coffee Bean and I order a drink, he finally decides he doesn't want anything. He then attempts to pay the whole $3.25 for my coffee. HIS.CARD.GETS.DECLINED. He was beyond embarrassed. At this point, the date was all a big joke to me so I didn't even bat an eye. I try not to react, I'm not about to do anything to make this dude feel worse. He gets a water and we go and sit outside. Again, the whole time we are sitting out here and talking he is not looking at me, but looking straight ahead. That makes me more uncomfortable than anything else.

After laughing at this lady that is actually wiping both of her sweatered Pomeranian’s asses outside of Coffee Bean (have some damn children already lady!!) we walk back to my car.

I give him a hug goodbye and then ask how he is getting home. He tells me his is going to walk to the Metro station to get to the other side of the hill. That's almost 4 miles away from where we are. In my head I let out a huge sigh and outloud I tell him to get in my car, I'm not going to let him walk that far. I drop him off at The Metro and I drive off, literally laughing my ass off at what just happened. "That's what you get Julie, that's what you get. A 24 year old... What was I thinking?"

He texted me a few days later and I did my normal bitch move of simply not responding. Then he texted me on Saturday "Hey Julie, I get if you weren't feeling it (I was for the record, and think you're incredibly cool, funny, sexy)..." I felt bad and answered, I figured I am supposed to be the more mature one, I should act it. I wanted to tell him "Really, you were feeling it? Because I couldn't tell, you seemed completely uninterested the whole time". I'm going to chalk this up to youth, inexperience and thus, nerves. I responded and told him "I had a fun time last week, I just recognize that you and I are in different places in life" I then let him know he was now friend-zoned. He was bummed but seemed to handle it okay. At least his text responses were mature.

You earned a point there, kid.

Then he was really bummed that I wouldn't be going to this event with him this week and that he had to pull strings to get a plus one. I told him I would go with him but he would have to be okay with us just going as friends. I think he was bummed, but he agreed. We went and saw a screening of Signs "interrupted" by Doug Benson! Ed Helms was one of his guests. I just so happen to have a death wish for M. Night Shamalongadingdong (especially after he shat on my favorite show ever Avatar: The Last Airbender) so it was hilarious to watch them rip apart the movie! Then then was an intermission before the viewing of Ed Helms' new movie Jeff, Who Lives At Home (which was freakin great!). While me and 24 were hanging outside drinking beer we smoked a joint with Doug Benson! YES! Then he showed me a magic trick. He was really good (plus, I was really stoned). We had some awkward social moments that were exacerbated by the pot and ended with us both laughing. Like when he left his bag under his seat after the first movie and we realized that people weren't keeping their old seats for the second feature. He didn't want to walk past everyone in the aisle and get it. I shrugged and got it for him. I playfully gave him a hard time to get him to laugh at himself. I grew up being incredibly awkward, so I get it. It's kinda endearing, but definitely not something I want to date. I again drove him to the Metro and honestly thanked him for a great night. As I drove away, I wished I knew some cute 20 year old to hook him up with. I would love to be his wing girl.

So I turned an awkward first date into an awkward friendship. I'm okay with how it all went down. It all adds up to living life and gives me a funny story to tell.

And I will be deleting the Jazzed app off of my phone. Because I'm just not.

#nerdsunite

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Monday
Mar052012

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride (Doc, Can you help me?)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet by buddy Julie! She's my roomie, we met on Craiglist, and she is 1,000 flavors of everything awesome sauce. The reason why she had a room in her apartment however is a mighty long story. See, Julie was dating a duderino for 8 years. Yep, they were engaged to be wed and all that snazzy jazzy stuff. Now the engagement is off and Julie is attempting to heal from her loss; these series of posts are her best attempt. HIT IT JULIE! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @ItsMeJoolie

People say that it makes you a stronger person to actually admit that you need help and to ask for it. When you're that person and you're the one that has to admit that you need help, you understand this but it doesn't make it any easier to say, "Yeah, life got so hard that I had to start seeing someone".

I decided last year that I owed it to myself and to my family and friends to try everything that I could to resolve my emotions surrounding this breakup and my new life.

I'm a very private person IRL (err, I used to be!). Or rather, I don't talk about myself a lot in social situations. If you ask me a question I have no problem answering it but it's just not in my personality to go on and on about what I did last weekend or whatev. That said, when my whole life got turned upside down, I could not, would not shut up!! I was telling people about my breakup when previously I probably hadn't even talked to them about the actual relationship prior to the breakup. To the point where once I got a handle on things I was super embarrassed. Some of my co-workers just did not need to know certain details. Ugh, oh well, I'm not hard on myself for this. My life was crumbling and so was I. Other friends heard it all. Every. single. detail. They also had to counsel me through every decision and guide me through the pain. They also had to endure the way I was so hopeful that we would figure out a way to make it work.

My mom had it the worst of all. I love this woman so much. So, so, very much. From November 1, 2010 to maybe some time in June 2011? I called her every day. No really, everyday. I honestly don't think she minded because I'm sure it allows her to still feel needed and moms with empty nests love that but it couldn't of been easy for her to listen to me go on and on and on about my problems.

That said, I realized that I couldn't put this burden on the people that I loved anymore. The stress of a break up or divorce is so great that you can't go through it without a support system, but even your support system may need a break.

I won't soon forget being at Comic Con with Jen and telling her about my decision to start therapy. I said the whole sentence at regular volume except for the word "therapy". She smiled and said, "Julie, it's okay that you're going to go to.." and then she lowered her voice, poking fun at me "...therapy". I laughed, knowing she right, that I was being silly.

Starting in August I began seeing a therapist. My initial thought? I wish I had done this sooner! I thought back to my wedding month, March and the month after he moved out, April. I was so distraught!

Still, the first couple of sessions I wasn't really sure how I felt about it. After a couple of sessions and explaining all of the back story of our relationship/breakup, I started wondering what the hell I was going to talk about each week. One particular week, nothing major had taken place that week and we ended up talking about my childhood, not that I don't think many of my issues start there, but I didn't see the point in paying money for that kind of discussion. But by 9/6, I had a 5 tissue day.
Meaning I actually finally let myself cry enough to go through 5 tissues. I had stopped crying in everyday life by that point. The sadness hadn't stopped but I literally lost the ability to cry anymore. I had expelled so many tears in the past months that even when I wanted to cry, I couldn't. Except for when I was in therapy. This marked the first time I really looked forward to going.

Since then, I really enjoy going each week. I'm lucky to have a really cool therapist that I dig on a personal level, too. Recovery isn't as easy as I thought it would be. Often, just when I think I have everything figured out, something happens that makes me grateful that I have him to go talk to. He mostly just talks me through stuff, only twice has he told me I should/shouldn’t do something. The first time, back in January, he told me that it was important for me to stay single for at least 6 more months (true! But hard to hear) and the second time he encouraged me to have a conversation with someone.

Having an unbiased person to listen can be super helpful. They don't know your ex, your best friend, your parents, your anyone. They're not friends with your ex or have a personal attachment to you that would change an opinion of a situation. They're just there to be objective.

Also, if you are in a relationship where one party has cheated and you guys are trying to make things work, please, please go to couple's counseling! I feel like there's no way to work through all of the emotions without that unbiased person there to listen to you both.

Him and I also tackled another aspect of accepting help. I have suffered from depression my whole life and this breakup forced me to really get a handle on it. I didn't want to live life sad anymore. I'm very scared of prescription drugs, but also very scared of always feeling blue, so I started taking an anti-depressant and I have a prescription for Xanax, though I rarely take it. The first time I held a box cutter to my wrist I was 10. 10! I was superly socially awkward at that age and couldn't fit in with anyone. Admitting that I have to take an anti-depressant is a hard one for me, there are a lot of people who judge others for being on medication or who think if you can just figure your life out, you'll be okay. But isn't it better for me to get that shit under control than staring at the knives in my kitchen?

I think so.

If you are going through a hard time in your life or life just seems harder than it should be I seriously recommend doing something for yourself and at least giving it a shot.

It's hard to ask for help. It's harder not to.

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