Let’s set the scene, you’re in a relationship, something doesn’t seem to be going quite right so you decide to ask what’s up. That’s when you get the dreaded “I think we should just be friends” text, or something of the like. Now not only is your heart shattered, you have to mentally prepare yourself to never be in real contact with them again, because they don’t wanna be “just friends” for some reason that is just the crap people say, what they mean is every time you see each other, you look away, you never speak, except maybe an occasional “Merry Christmas” text or something like that. Oh, and they might just block you on social media.
So, what did you do to have to go through this? Nothing, apparently. Or that’s what he claims. Nothing went wrong yet here you are crying in your bed, hugging your stuffed animals, listening to something on your phone, probably Melanie Martinez. So, why do you feel like everything is your fault? You pick up your phone to stare at it blankly for a moment, then put it back down. You contemplate getting ice cream, but you decide not to because you don’t like the way you look and want to lose weight.
Days pass before you get out of your slump, in that time you’ve been pestered about your “laziness” from your family and a long lecture about how you don’t do enough to help around the house and yada yada…. You find your cat, his small headbutts of affection give you a smile. He rubs against your legs and you stroke along his back. If you are feeling a little brave, you may pick up the warm fury creature, nuzzling your tear stained face into his soft purring body. You scratch his head and kiss him, after a while you will put down or he will squirm until you know he wants down and you will grant his request.
So, maybe you wrote something, made a vent drawing, or just sung your voice out to your mental breakdown selection of songs; perhaps all of these things. Sometimes, you reach out to people while you are in a heavy episode of depression, but the usual response is leaving the message opened and not offering any help, perhaps even calling you names at the fact you are “attention seeking” when you just want someone to throw you a rope ladder to climb out of this big, deep, pit of despair.
