La regola delle tre settimane per le rotture che dovete assolutamente seguire

Okay, so in the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot about doomed relationships and the necessary amount of time before you actually start feeling like yourself again post-break-up.

Since we all know break-ups absolutely suck and there’s no magic cure to fix you, I’ve started analyzing my previous relationships in order to see if there’s a pattern or anything I can hold on to for some type of enlightenment, if you will.

I’m just so tired of being so helpless and broken and thinking that the feelings of doom and gloom will never go away that I just needed to find a way to make the process easier for myself.

And I’ve come up with this really awesome theory that actually made me see that there IS a pattern after each shitty break-up I went through and it finally gave me the morale boost I desperately needed.

Volete sapere cosa ho capito? Dopo ognuna delle mie rotture, mi ci è voluto né più né meno che un'esatta tre settimane per iniziare a sentire che potevo respirare di nuovo.

Tre settimane prima che i sintomi dell'astinenza lasciassero finalmente il mio corpo e mi facessero capire che potevo davvero superare quella rottura dolorosa.

Mi spiego meglio.

Firstly, I’m aware that everyone goes through their own predicament and that there’s no cure to guarisci il tuo cuore spezzato in pochi minuti. Le persone sono troppo diverse tra loro perché ciò sia plausibile.

What I’m talking about here is something different.

I’m talking about resisting that primal urge to go back and get another fix (of your ex).

I’m talking about the ability to non avere contatti and actually go through with it. I’m talking about not calling, texting or asking about them.

And if you’re seriously in need of some good advice on how to manage that, this is for you.

Tre settimane sono l'esatto periodo di tempo di cui personalmente ho avuto bisogno per non avere più bisogno di tornare da lui.

Three weeks is how long it took me to realize I DON’T need to text him and that I’m fine on my own. Truth be told, I couldn’t text him even if I wanted to because mi ha bloccato che è stata la cosa migliore che mi sia capitata da un po' di tempo a questa parte.

Il 22° giorno mi sono svegliata come una persona nuova.

All the shit I went through, all the sleepless nights, wanting to call or text and barely restraining myself from doing so… all that finally took a back seat.

Dopo tre settimane, tutto è scomparso dal mio organismo e sono stata in grado di funzionare correttamente e di gestire le mie emozioni come la stronza cazzuta che sono.

No, I wasn’t suddenly healed and the emotions never did just go away.

The changes that occurred were with regards my perspective on things and my mental health. And that’s been such a revelation.

For the first three weeks, it’s all tears, a hole in your stomach and a constant feeling of dread. It’s whining to il tuo migliore amico e piangere con tua madre. Nessuno può evitarlo.

But the good news here is that after three simple weeks, there’s a huge likelihood of a switch going off in your head and you waking up on day 22 refreshed and like a new you.

Yes, you’ll still have residual emotions but you’ll be able to mentally handle it so much more easily.

Even if it was a tough break-up and regardless of who initiated it, after three short weeks, you’ll gain a new, healthy outlook that will completely transform the way you handle things from then on.

I sintomi di astinenza spariranno tutti.

You’ll have rid your body and mind of the incessant need for a fix and you’ll be able to wake up in the morning not needing to go see him or hear him.

I know it sounds strange and I’d probably feel that way too if I didn’t personally experience it on more than one occasion.

I don’t know what it is about that exact number but for me, it’s always three weeks. And hey, I’m not complaining.

Sapere finalmente che c'è una luce alla fine del tunnel mi dà tanta speranza.

Isn’t it reassuring and comforting to know that all you really need is to endure those three short weeks before things finally start getting better?

Isn’t it worth a shot just believing this to actually be true and having something to hold on to as you’re going through the ordeal?

For me, it’s a saving grace. It’s the hope that pushes me forward when I’m about to crack mid week two.

It’s the answer to my question on day 18 that I’ll inevitably ask myself…

"When the fuck am I going to stop feeling like I’m getting kicked in the stomach every goddamn day?”

Solo altri tre giorni. Tre brevi giorni prima che la mia mente sia di nuovo in un posto migliore e il mio corpo non soffra più per lui.

Sapere di poter fissare sul calendario la data in cui le cose prenderanno finalmente una piega migliore mi dà tutta la forza di cui ho bisogno per continuare ad andare avanti.

Knowing that there’s an end in sight gives me such strong motivation to hold my own when my world is falling apart.

Tutto ciò di cui avete bisogno è un po' di speranza nei vostri giorni peggiori e questa rivelazione che cambia le carte in tavola vi dà proprio questo. 

Without it, it’s just like a bottomless pit with no end in sight.

Ma sapere che quelle tre settimane potrebbero significare un nuovo inizio e un nuovo inizio è tutto ciò di cui una ragazza ha bisogno per alzarsi ogni mattina e continuare a incassare i colpi (emotivi).

Because once this short period of time passes, you’ll see that this three-week rule of break-ups is an absolute game-changer and your life will never be the same again.