My experience of getting over a broken heart:
Look at the relationship from a different point of view. What REALLY happened? It was failed from the start, and just a drawn out downhill shit. I was in this relationship that I knew from the start wouldn't work because of our differences, but I was so desperate that I tried to make it work anyway. My most recent relationship ended only a couple months ago. When it began I was at occupy lancaster. I was in the city busking on "first friday" and met this girl. Long story short ended up living with her through christmas until she moved out a couple of weeks ago. At first I thought I found true love. A girl that took me in from the street and let me live with her and her mother. (who ended up being my 2nd mother, one of the nicest ladies I've ever met)
I was wrong. I didn't really realize it until the end, but this girl is a sociopath, self centered, and just overall a bitch. She is bipolar, and is so to the point I would call "unstable". During our relationship she would go off on me for driving to sheetz and back without telling her I was leaving. She was very clingy and would go through very dramatic periods of mania and depression. Although I loved her very much, and tried as hard I could to make things work, it would simply not work. Although I had my own faults, at the end of everything it was episodes of us yelling at each other, leaving the house for days at a time, and endless verbal, almost physical abuse at times.
Through the dramatic ups and downs the love we once had crashed and burned. In the course of 3 dramatic months, of thoughts of marriage, to her saying "I would have slit your throat in your sleep if I haven't of left last night" My emotions were ravaged. I made very bad decisions. I got caught up in a fucked up cycle of smoking weed and occasionally even bath salt, coke, and even meth. This especially worsened after the breakup, caught up in my own self pity, failing to realize I simply just needed to move on and get away from this mess. After this, what felt like an epiphany, after fleeing the crutches of blinding "love", I finally saw things in a new light. She moved out of the house and I am now living with her mother who treats me as a son. We have the same views of her daughter. She is a self centered bitch.
Recently I have thought more and more about traveling. I've been doing less sitting around the house and I have been spending periods of time just getting out. The feeling of just having some clothes and a guitar on my back is so liberating. Living off the comforts of home compared to busking, and giving everything you got to make enough to eat, buy clothing, and survive is such a different world. I have not been doing stupid synthetic coke or hard drugs anymore, although I do often smoke weed. I am no longer depressed, and when I am home I try to contribute as much as I can. I feel more free than ever, and I know it can only get better. Coming out of this depression has been so great. I am no longer a prisoner. Life is beautiful! Today I spent 80% of the day outside. It was 80+ degrees out. I hung out with the neighbor lady and got a nice tan from walking around shirtless in my cutoff dickies. Just learn to love the little things. Relationships are too much drama! For now on females are only friends or smashed and dashed.
