Saturday, 16 January 2010

  • Who Knew? Time Really IS The Best Cure


    Firstly, I would like to express my embarrassment after reading all of my former entries, because apparently, I was a meltdown-having, emotional mess of a basket case. My break-up definitely felt like the end of the world for me, and I honestly never thought that I would get through it.

    Thus being said, my break-up happened almost a year ago (the douche broke up with me on my birthday), and I never could've even FATHOMED that I would feel as happy and secure as I do now. Whenever my friends and family would tell me that "time heals all wounds," I would just cringe and accuse them of saying cliche things to make me feel better. I used to think that nothing could heal the emotional turmoil that I felt, let alone giving myself time to heal. I wanted to feel better right away. So, what did I do? I drank. I gambled. I bar hopped. I needed to find myself another vice, because Heavens knows, I wasn't going to deal with my feelings in a healthy way.

    Inevitably, however, I eventually got burnt out. I couldn't do it anymore. Not only was I becoming the ultimate female player of this desert, but I was acquiring stalkers at the same time. If one guy wasn't calling me 15 times a day (literally), then another was stopping by my house unannounced and showering me with constant, pointless text messages. The entire staff  knew me at my usual bar spot, and I started to feel overwhelmed with just being myself. I thought that the constant attention would make me feel better during my break-up aftermath, but it just massively stressed me out instead. So, I finally decided to swallow my pride and take everyone else's advice... I gave myself time.

    I went a several months with absolutely no testosterone in my life. I needed to be alone. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I wanted to be alone. During those months, I spent quality time with my baby siblings, family, and girl friends. I knew that I had to work on loving myself first and worrying about myself for a change. I needed to take some time to realize that I definitely didn't need a man in my life to be happy. I went to sleep every night, woke up in the morning, and went about my day, knowing that I didn't have a man to hold as a security blanket. And even though I can't deny that it felt a little lonely at first, I felt genuinely empowered after awhile. I was finally doing ME for the first time in three years, and it felt good. I wasn't just "______'s girlfriend," or some random man's play thing, or a crazy creeper's object of obssession. I was just Jocelyn. And honestly, knowing that I had my self-worth back was the best feeling in the world.

    Basically, what I'm trying to say is that even though it sounds incredibly cliche, time really DOES heal all wounds. Being alone and taking some time for myself has led me to the happiness that I couldn't even imagine back then. Not only did I find security within myself, but I grew up. I know what I want now, and I won't settle for anything less. And then, to add some icing to the cake, my ex-boyfriend ended up running back to me, claiming that he wanted to get back together. He finally said all of the things that I needed to hear, and he finally showed me all of the affection that I yearned so badly for... one year too late. I used to sit around, wondering whether he would ever realize that he lost a good thing. And somehow, when he finally did, it didn't faze me. As soon as I allowed myself the opportunity to self-reflect and discover the part of myself that I lost while trying to nurse a broken relationship, I found out that not only can I heal... but I can really live again. I guess cliche words of comfort aren't so bad after all.

    Have you found time to be the best cure as well?

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