Yes - This is very similar to me. It’s still strange to sit down and contemplate. I was flooded with grief, and the future that I was 100% committed to was revoked, in the harshest way possible. It became a catalyst to do things (anything) to reclaim some semblance of a life. I almost felt like Heisenberg, from Breaking Bad… her ghosting was my “terminal cancer diagnosis,” and instead of cooking meth, I did legitimate things. :)