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.
Want to know what I realized? After each and every one of my break-ups, it took me no more and no less than exactly three weeks to start feeling like I could breathe again.
Three weeks until the withdrawal symptoms finally left my body and made me see that I actually COULD get through that pain-in-the-ass of a break-up.
Let me elaborate.
Firstly, I’m aware that everyone goes through their own predicament and that there’s no cure to heal your broken heart within minutes. People are too vastly different for that to be plausible.
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 go no-contact 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.
Three weeks is the exact amount of time I personally needed to stop needing to go back to him.
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 he blocked me which was the best thing that happened to me in a while.
On day 22, I woke up a new person.
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.
After three weeks, it all vanished from my system and I was able to function properly and deal with my emotions like the badass bitch that I am.
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 your best friend and crying to your mom. No one can get around that.
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.
The withdrawal symptoms will all be gone.
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.
Finally knowing that there IS a light at the end of the tunnel gives me such hope.
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?”
Just three more days. Three short days before my mind is in a better place again and my body is no longer aching for him.
Knowing that I can set the date on my calendar for when things are finally going to take a turn for the better gives me all the strength I need to keep pushing forward.
Knowing that there’s an end in sight gives me such strong motivation to hold my own when my world is falling apart.
All you really need is a little hope on your worst days and this game-changing revelation gives you just that.
Without it, it’s just like a bottomless pit with no end in sight.
But knowing those three weeks could signify a new beginning and a fresh start is all a girl really needs to get herself up each morning and keep taking the (emotional) hits.
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.
