Being held in community is the best healing

No man is an island

How cliche is that subheader, eh? No man is an island. But cliches often have a grain (or a great big handful) of salt to them.

That’s why we keep using them over and over and over again… till they become cliches.

In any case. Why am I bringing this up?

Well, my partner of 3+ years broke up with me just about 3 months ago.

It was fucking hard.

I cried tonnes. In fact, I couldn’t stop crying. Just tears falling from my eyes every day, for days.

It’s a miracle I got any work done in the aftermath of the breakup because it was just a constant outpouring of tears.

I’d go to make myself coffee - tears.

I’d look at our cats - tears.

I’d take a walk in the park - tears.

It was exhausting.

I slept a lot in those first six weeks.

Multiple naps every day. I’d wake up at 5ish a.m. (the sunlight streaming into my bedroom makes it hard to sleep past dawn), have coffee and a cry, some food, and a nap at 11am. Work and lunch and another nap at 3 p.m. Tired and in bed again by 9 p.m. but sleep wouldn’t come till…