A regra das três semanas de separação que deve seguir

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.

Querem saber do que me apercebi? Depois de cada uma das minhas separações, demorei nem mais nem menos do que exatamente três semanas para começar a sentir que podia respirar novamente.

Três semanas até que os sintomas de abstinência finalmente abandonassem o meu corpo e me fizessem ver que, na verdade, eu PODIAVA ultrapassar aquela dor de cabeça de uma separação.

Deixem-me explicar melhor.

Firstly, I’m aware that everyone goes through their own predicament and that there’s no cure to curar o teu coração partido em poucos minutos. As pessoas são demasiado diferentes para que isso seja plausível.

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 não entrar em contacto 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.

Três semanas foi o tempo exato de que precisei para deixar de ter necessidade de voltar para ele.

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 ele bloqueou-me que foi a melhor coisa que me aconteceu desde há algum tempo.

No dia 22, acordei uma nova pessoa.

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.

Ao fim de três semanas, tudo desapareceu do meu sistema e consegui funcionar corretamente e lidar com as minhas emoções como a cabra durona que sou.

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 o teu melhor amigo e a chorar para a tua mãe. Ninguém consegue contornar isso.

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.

Os sintomas de abstinência desaparecerão.

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.

Finalmente, saber que existe uma luz ao fundo do túnel dá-me muita esperança.

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?”

Só mais três dias. Faltam três dias para que a minha mente esteja de novo num lugar melhor e o meu corpo já não sinta dores por ele.

Saber que posso marcar no meu calendário a data em que as coisas vão finalmente mudar para melhor dá-me toda a força de que preciso para continuar a avançar.

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

Tudo o que realmente precisa é de um pouco de esperança nos seus piores dias e esta revelação revolucionária dá-lhe exatamente isso. 

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

Mas o facto de saber que essas três semanas podem significar um novo começo e um recomeço é tudo o que uma rapariga precisa para se levantar todas as manhãs e continuar a aguentar os golpes (emocionais).

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.