We aren't alone...

I’ve been scrolling through all these posts, reading everyone's struggles and the advice being passed around, and it really makes me wonder: is it actually possible to let your entire existence shrink down until it's just defined by whatever went wrong? Honestly, I think some of us subconsciously crave the sadness. I catch myself spiraling, worrying about what my life will look like if my boyfriend leaves me—and yeah, it would be devastating, but it isn't the end of the world. Instead of looking at the silver linings, I find myself stuck in this loop of "what if he's gone," and it just feels... wrong. We all need to realize that pain is an inherent part of being alive. It’s always going to be there in some capacity; the real trick is finding a way to walk through it with our heads held high. So, to anyone out there feeling like their ship has sunk, or like you're completely broken and beyond hope: you're wrong. There is always hope, and brighter days are coming. I know this because I’ve lived it. The hardest thing I ever went through was last year when I lost my absolute best friend. He wasn't just a buddy; he was like a father and a brother rolled into one. He was the guy who stood by me when everyone else walked away, the person I spent every single day with. When he passed, my whole world lost its meaning. I couldn't eat—I actually dropped 22 pounds in a single month—and I didn't leave my room for two months. I didn't want to talk to anyone; there was just this heavy, suffocating silence. It felt impossible to bear. Slowly, I started trying to make peace with it. I began going outside again, even though I felt guilty, like making new friends would somehow be a betrayal to him. It's taken a year, and while the ache hasn't vanished, I’ve learned how to carry it. I still find myself listening for him or hoping he might suddenly reappear, and I miss him every day, but I also realize that my life didn't stop moving just because his did. If you feel like you can't get over someone, or that happiness is something that's permanently off the table for you, please believe me when I say you're mistaken. It is never too late to find joy again.😉

Ronald Roberts4 said:I’ve been scrolling through all these posts, reading everyone's struggles and the advice being passed around, and it really makes me wonder: is it actually possible to let your entire existence shrink down until it's just defined by whatever went wrong? Honestly, I think some of us subconsciously crave the sadness. I catch myself spiraling, worrying about what my life will look like if my boyfriend leaves me—and yeah, it would be devastating, but it isn't the end of the world. Instead of looking at the silver linings, I find myself stuck in this loop of "what if he's gone," and it just feels... wrong. We all need to realize that pain is an inherent part of being alive. It’s always going to be there in some capacity; the real trick is finding a way to walk through it with our heads held high. So, to anyone out there feeling like their ship has sunk, or like you're completely broken and beyond hope: you're wrong. There is always hope, and brighter days are coming. I know this because I’ve lived it. The hardest thing I ever went through was last year when I lost my absolute best friend. He wasn't just a buddy; he was like a father and a brother rolled into one. He was the guy who stood by me when everyone else walked away, the person I spent every single day with. When he passed, my whole world lost its meaning. I couldn't eat—I actually dropped 22 pounds in a single month—and I didn't leave my room for two months. I didn't want to talk to anyone; there was just this heavy, suffocating silence. It felt impossible to bear. Slowly, I started trying to make peace with it. I began going outside again, even though I felt guilty, like making new friends would somehow be a betrayal to him. It's taken a year, and while the ache hasn't vanished, I’ve learned how to carry it. I still find myself listening for him or hoping he might suddenly reappear, and I miss him every day, but I also realize that my life didn't stop moving just because his did. If you feel like you can't get over someone, or that happiness is something that's permanently off the table for you, please believe me when I say you're mistaken. It is never too late to find joy again.😉

Listen, the moment someone leaves you, that's when it hits hardest. But that sharp pain eventually subsides with time. Once the sting fades, I start seeing the negative aspects I couldn't perceive before.

Ronald Roberts4 said:I’ve been scrolling through all these posts, reading everyone's struggles and the advice being passed around, and it really makes me wonder: is it actually possible to let your entire existence shrink down until it's just defined by whatever went wrong? Honestly, I think some of us subconsciously crave the sadness. I catch myself spiraling, worrying about what my life will look like if my boyfriend leaves me—and yeah, it would be devastating, but it isn't the end of the world. Instead of looking at the silver linings, I find myself stuck in this loop of "what if he's gone," and it just feels... wrong. We all need to realize that pain is an inherent part of being alive. It’s always going to be there in some capacity; the real trick is finding a way to walk through it with our heads held high. So, to anyone out there feeling like their ship has sunk, or like you're completely broken and beyond hope: you're wrong. There is always hope, and brighter days are coming. I know this because I’ve lived it. The hardest thing I ever went through was last year when I lost my absolute best friend. He wasn't just a buddy; he was like a father and a brother rolled into one. He was the guy who stood by me when everyone else walked away, the person I spent every single day with. When he passed, my whole world lost its meaning. I couldn't eat—I actually dropped 22 pounds in a single month—and I didn't leave my room for two months. I didn't want to talk to anyone; there was just this heavy, suffocating silence. It felt impossible to bear. Slowly, I started trying to make peace with it. I began going outside again, even though I felt guilty, like making new friends would somehow be a betrayal to him. It's taken a year, and while the ache hasn't vanished, I’ve learned how to carry it. I still find myself listening for him or hoping he might suddenly reappear, and I miss him every day, but I also realize that my life didn't stop moving just because his did. If you feel like you can't get over someone, or that happiness is something that's permanently off the table for you, please believe me when I say you're mistaken. It is never too late to find joy again.😉

I don't really buy that. Sure, some people struggle more with bad news and end up grieving longer than others, but I wouldn't go as far as calling it a "desire" for sadness.

Ronald Roberts4 said:I’ve been scrolling through all these posts, reading everyone's struggles and the advice being passed around, and it really makes me wonder: is it actually possible to let your entire existence shrink down until it's just defined by whatever went wrong? Honestly, I think some of us subconsciously crave the sadness. I catch myself spiraling, worrying about what my life will look like if my boyfriend leaves me—and yeah, it would be devastating, but it isn't the end of the world. Instead of looking at the silver linings, I find myself stuck in this loop of "what if he's gone," and it just feels... wrong. We all need to realize that pain is an inherent part of being alive. It’s always going to be there in some capacity; the real trick is finding a way to walk through it with our heads held high. So, to anyone out there feeling like their ship has sunk, or like you're completely broken and beyond hope: you're wrong. There is always hope, and brighter days are coming. I know this because I’ve lived it. The hardest thing I ever went through was last year when I lost my absolute best friend. He wasn't just a buddy; he was like a father and a brother rolled into one. He was the guy who stood by me when everyone else walked away, the person I spent every single day with. When he passed, my whole world lost its meaning. I couldn't eat—I actually dropped 22 pounds in a single month—and I didn't leave my room for two months. I didn't want to talk to anyone; there was just this heavy, suffocating silence. It felt impossible to bear. Slowly, I started trying to make peace with it. I began going outside again, even though I felt guilty, like making new friends would somehow be a betrayal to him. It's taken a year, and while the ache hasn't vanished, I’ve learned how to carry it. I still find myself listening for him or hoping he might suddenly reappear, and I miss him every day, but I also realize that my life didn't stop moving just because his did. If you feel like you can't get over someone, or that happiness is something that's permanently off the table for you, please believe me when I say you're mistaken. It is never too late to find joy again.😉

People get used to everything, including being sad. It sucks, but that's just how it works.

I only clicked on this because of the title 😵

and I don't know when and I don't know where
we'll be walking down the same street
trust me baby, we'll meet again
in a world of secrets, we aren't alone