I already have people lined up to be “case studies”, so I thought I would start with a case study I know plenty about; myself. How did I come to love being single?
I posted a before about time. And about how everybody is different. There was a long period of time when I though I would never stop feeling sad. It was absolutely rubbish. Without going into too much detail, the circumstances under which my relationship ended were not the greatest, and I thought I’d always been pretty good at dealing with this kind of stuff. I really apparently wasn’t.
I dropped out of university because of it, for christ’s sake! It took me six months to finally go back to the city everything had happened in, because just thinking about it made me sad. The trepidation that I might have to face up to it was even worse.
So what happened? When and why did I stop being sad? Now, I feel I am a probable anomaly, as I can put this down to a single event. A particularly unpleasant event too. But, I think there are two reasons why this helped:
- When something really shit happens to you, but you’re okay, it’s not uncommon to spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about how much worse that situation could be. I gained a little perspective-makes you realise that some dickhead treating you like rubbish, really isn’t the worst situation in the world anyway. Let alone it being the worst situation you have personally been.
- People come crawling out of the woodwork. I realised just how bloody amazing all my friends were, and how downright lucky I was to have them. Why had I spent so long moping over what I used to have, and spent so much time ignoring what I did have? Friends and support networks are vital.
Now like I said, I think I’m probably an anomaly. Something actually happened which helped me. I didn’t just wake up one morning, like all “oh everything is going to be okay” Would I still be there if it hadn’t happened? I like to think not; because obviously it didn’t make everything absolutely FINE. But it was definitely the point of realisation for me, and definitely took me to a much wanted (and needed) “point of no return”. No return to random acts of sadness for me.
The point I’m trying to make here is unclear, even to me. But I think it’s down to something about “making the best of a bad situation”. As that tends to be when you realise that things really could be a whole, whole lot worse.
Happy singledom x