Tag: Break-Up

  • Post Break-Up Cause and Effect: Where Do I Go Next?

    There’s a lot we experience when getting out of a long-term relationship. We have the lifestyle shift; not saying good morning and goodnight to the same person everyday, the silence of moving into your own place, the withdrawals from your own language and inside jokes that are no longer relevant, and the change of emergency contact information digesting that they won’t be that person for you anymore.

    You start waking up alone and feeling a sadness in your heart because things are strange and different. You haven’t gotten excited about the ‘new adventure’ yet. Eventually after nights out with friends, drinking, smoking, and all other vices, you start to enjoy coming home to yourself and living inside your own head again. You notice the milk is always in the same place in the fridge and you don’t have to load the dishwasher a specific way to avoid a debate on why the forks should be separated based on their size. You come and go as you please without needing an itinerary and being on-time. You feel relief knowing you don’t need to emotionally regulate another person when your cup is empty. You begin to feel freedom and radical acceptance to your own preferences than expecting push back.

    Then you chop off all your hair, get Lasik and throw out all your glasses that always made you self-conscious. You stop wearing sweatpants altogether, and spend some money on something you’ve always wanted or that vacation you’ve been meaning to take.

    You begin to attend dance classes because you’ve always wanted to try it and you watch and smile as it flourishes into an unexpected ritual of self-care. You begin to develop beautifully platonic connections and start to feel the light come back into your body a little more.

    After some time making these leaps you find yourself asking, ‘Why haven’t I done this sooner?’. The answers to that question causes an internal rift. How scary of you to let yourself coast for so long in discomfort and without regard to your truest wants. You must have really been struggling with your internal compass. You heal some and forgive your family as you also forgive whomever made them feel like they couldn’t exist wholly for what they are – human.

    You begin to exercise and that motivates you to eat healthier, and with all the release of happy chemicals your libido kicks up. You start to fit into your old clothes and you’re feeling more confident and fulfilled on a normal day-to-day basis. You start thinking of other avenues of health to explore like perhaps your fertility, or taking blood tests to learn more about where you can improve. You lean further into therapy, start taking the medications you need, and begin to see yourself in a different frame of mind.

    With the increase in confidence you begin to assert yourself more at work in conversations and projects that stimulate you. You start to develop more of a connection to your coworkers and build on the energy to form relationships even outside of work. Your boss is telling you that they’ve noticed your hard work and your coworker is saying, “you’re a completely different person than when we first met.”

    You pick up that writing project and remember how much you love it. With your newfound confidence, you begin a blog again (after deleting several In the past for fear of judgment). With that leap you are beaming with energy from the self expression and anonymous and honest connections.

    You start to ask yourself, “What’s next?”. Your therapist says, “Make sure you enjoy it as you go instead of leaping too quickly onward. The snowball can roll slower if you want it to.” So you did just that – you slowed it down a bit, took breaks from stimulation, and made sure you touched grass every chance you could to really process and feel it.

    You begin to reflect on the decisions you made in the past and start to question if they were the right ones. Was committing to moving back home to Ohio next year really the right decision or was I acting out of fear because I was about to terminate that long-term relationship? Was I attempting to seek comfort or acceptance from my family so that we would feel bonded in a way that perhaps I needed in that moment? They’ve always wanted you to move back and leaning in perhaps provided a dopamine hit to a bond that has always been known to be distinguished quickly – that much more addicting to receive.

    Will Ohio even provide me with a good quality of life either to the same degree or more than what you have right now? Will moving back home truly bring your avoidant family closer together or are you hoping for patterns and trends to just change now that you’ve been in therapy for so long and feel you can tackle it the challenge? Why does that fall on you again?

    Most importantly, would you really survive on only 90 days of sunshine instead of the 300 you get now? What if you compromised on visiting three times a year instead of two? Will your family and friends in Ohio understand or will they be disappointed and lash out? How could you make decisions like that in such a vulnerable space? It’s okay, you were doing the best you could. Life is messy.

    If you did stay where you are that would mean that you can feel comfortable feeling at home again – not moving into this new place & lifestyle only to leave it a year later. You can stop selling your furniture and worrying about how much to save by next March. You can be open to long-term partnerships when the feeling is right. You can stick with the same dance classes and community that you’ve spent these past four months investing in. You can watch your best friends kids grow older and give them all of your love. You can stay at the job (or not!) that is reliable and pays you enough to live in a safe neighborhood by myself – something you’d potentially giving up moving home.

    What if the biggest roll of this snowball is staying put. What if you use this time to advocate for yourself at your job to move in a different direction that feels more aligned with your long-term goals. What if you start to take these HR projects even more seriously and connect with the right people on them for the right exposure and receive mentorship. If the transition does occur, you’d want to stay longer as to hold it on your resume right?

    What if you let yourself exist as single person here and then eventually, when you’re ready, open yourself up to having a truly connected relationship with a man. A man that doesn’t come from Ohio values, politics and single-lens perspectives. Imagine you find the right person here that is emotionally grounded. A person that breaks your relationship patterns and your inner child feels safe and protected with. You are happy and fulfilled completely and then intentionally start a family like you want. A family that speaks up and forgives quickly, one that allows for physical touch and sweetness, radical acceptance and candor. And warmth.

    Lastly, you’d have to ask If your future self would be excited and proud of your decisions that you’re making now as you are of your younger self taking the big risk of coming to Colorado in the first place.

    We will never know if the decision is going to be 100% correct one until we try it. Leaning into our intuition is our best bet and staying in-tune to my intuition will be the ultimate key in determining what my next choice will look like. That intuition will change the trajectory and momentum as I keep experiecing new things around me, so I can’t truly expect to know for sure.

    And the reality is, is that the snowball never actually stops. It also didn’t just start after this breakup- it has been ongoing and constantly being reshaped into what I need in that moment and time. Last year, it was moving incredibly slow because it was so small from letting myself be small. I let time ride by high on my couch because the relationship I was in sucked everything out of me. I didn’t feel like I had autonomy and a the right words to communicate it, so I held back in fear.

    Luckily the new lease term that came up sparked enough panic attacks to give me the momentum I needed to really push everything down the hill.

    Choosing where and how it moves next in terms of where home is for me and if where I am 40 hours a week will be possibly the biggest decisions I can make after the breakup. Everything in between has been highly influential and exactly what I needed to get to this point. The community I’ve joined, the passions I’ve explored, the liberation I have with my sexuality, the reflections and immense shift in my mental health via taking the time to add value into my day-to-day – add purpose, have been the stars guiding me to regaining my sparkle once again.

    Regardless of wherever I go, whatever I do and the new things I learn, I can depend on myself now to keep myself moving forward and I can’t wait to see what I choose next.

    Home. – Where will it be?
    Denver, Ohio, or someplace new? When?

    Family. – Values and boundaries.
    Kids? Commitment?
    How much time do I need for myself first?

    Lifestyle – Day-to-day purpose & self-care
    Building attunement and trust that I’ve got me
    Weight training, nutrition, mental health accountability

    Work. – Regulated and mentally sustainable
    Recruiting or HR?

    Passions. – Continuous Self-Expression
    Blog, stories & journaling lifestyle rituals- where do I want to take these?

    Experiences. – Living outside my comfort zone
    Experiencing new dance, traveling solo & learning other cultures

  • Understanding My Body at 30: A Post Break Up Health Epiphany

    I feel like I’m late. Late figuring out how my body works, and how it’s been operating all this time without my knowledge. Ironically, my period is extra late in result.

    Funny enough (and where it started) I got an IUD and a fertility test in the same week.

    I spent about a week researching IUDs to pick the best one, then I spent the rest of the week researching my new PCOS diagnosis from my follicle / AMH count from the fertility test. A diagnosis that explains my irregular periods that every PCP told me not to worry about and that it was completely normal. Though common – not normal, I hate them for that.

    Not only do I have PCOS, but during my IUD appointment I had a pap done at the same time, spontaneously as just like a ‘why not?’ only to find out that I have a high-level of precancerous cells on my cervix and that they need to do a biopsy and most likely a LEEP procedure – though I tested negative for HPV. My doctor is confused.

    As you might imagine I’m processing, and my cervix is fucking pissed from the IUD and now this biopsy.

    How long have I had PCOS and not noticed the symptoms? How long have I had these precancerous cells – my last pap came back normal just two years ago. False negative? What is happening?

    On top of all this, recently I realized that I want to have kids – not now, but when I’m 35+. With this LEEP procedure it shaves off a part of my cervix and with PCOS it makes conceiving extra intentional. If I have a second LEEP procedure down the road the difficulty increases.

    I keep thinking that If I was still in my last relationship that I most likely would have never sought out this information. The IUD wouldn’t haven’t happened, therefor the pap wouldn’t have happened since I wasn’t due for one. The fertility appointment wouldn’t have happened since I knew she didn’t want to have kids, which means I wouldn’t have learned about PCOS.

    I would have cruised under the radar for who knows how long.

    Sometimes I make myself nervous. Initially for not exploring my true wants and desires and staying with her too long, letting myself be discontent. It impacted my need to explore my sexual health.

    I feel like I have been in a two-month long sex-ed/women’s biology class that I didn’t realize I very much needed.

    What feels sad is when I discussed all this with my mom, she didn’t have any answers either – in fact she freaked me out with her biopsy procedure she had 30 years ago saying it was ‘traumatic’. Funny/not funny enough she told me that story the day before I found out I needed one myself.

    Every time I think about all of this, I feel a twinge of sadness in my heart at the possibility that maybe a baby might never happen for me, especially if I wait 5-7 years like I had planned. What could happen in those years that make my chances even smaller if I didn’t realize I was already carrying two burdens now at just 30.

    I didn’t realize how much it meant to me until I let myself actually explore it. Being with her the last 6 years and knowing she didn’t want a baby or even to get married, I almost let myself stay concrete in her choices because I wanted us to be together. I remember I would feel guilty about questioning it because it would be me going back on my word to her that, that wouldn’t change.

    It wasn’t until we broke up and I realized that everything was a possibility that I began to open myself up to exploring it even if I had conditioned myself to repress it. I let myself think about it, like really think about it. I watch my couple friends with their kid, my other friend doing it alone, watch my brother with his three kids struggling financially – looking at very difficult sides of parenting vs really beautiful moments understanding that there will always be both.

    If we hadn’t broken up, I wouldn’t have explored being with men again and would have really missed out on how my body could feel, experiencing different types of sex and penetration. I wouldn’t have felt sexually liberated to try new things. I would have kept feeling small.

    I would have kept feeling small.

    I would have kept feeling like my wants, needs and desires were not worth exploring – not allowed. I would have kept smoking copious amounts of pot, letting myself watch hours of TV and play hours of video games, let myself stay cooped up at home scared of interacting with other people, reading my smut books and living through their experiences – wishing for my own.

    I would have been perpetuating an unhealthy, unsatisfied lifestyle.

    I know I’m processing and admittedly having a hard time with it, but I still pick now. I pick figuring out my PCOS and these precancerous cells and the symptoms of this IUD then to ever go back there again.

    I pick having really great sex with multiple guys who teach me new things about what I like, don’t like and what I want to ask for.

    I pick the confidence I’ve gotten from throwing myself into uncomfortable, social situations and seeing my personality grow and expand in a way I really didn’t know existed.

    I pick now, even with the hurt and confusion.

    I pick now for me, then and now.