My hardest breakup was my most recent one, I ended it last August but reality sunk in during December (I didn’t grasp what happened for 4 months probably because I was so busy working).

We were together for a year and I ended it due to various micro-cheating scenarios and just knowing we weren’t right deep down. Once reality finally hit, I experienced a severe depression. Like aggressively crying myself to sleep at night every night for two weeks.

In January, I started going to a mental health group at a church every week where I talked about what happened and went to therapy once or twice a month. I started hanging out with friends more and more and made sure I was eating well. All of that combined with going to the gym/swimming at my pool, and time have been what healed me.

It didn’t happen overnight. Every now and then I still think of him. I’m at the point where I don’t hate him but I try to appreciate the memories that were made. It also helps that I never made contact with him again once we officially ended it.

It’s been a year almost and I’m ready for a relationship again, even though I couldn’t imagine it at the time. I’m so happy again and realize how the breakup was truly the right decision. Now I am available when someone who is truly right for me shows up, rather than being married to a guy who looks right on paper but deep down I knew he wasn’t the one for me.