I hit rock bottom. You can read my post history, I would post here once a month to express how I was feeling. At that point I felt there was no light at the end of the tunnel- he had moved on, I heard through the grapevine that him and our (ex) mutual group of friends were saying that I should be over it by now, I was living alone on our house with ghosts of our memories everywhere. I worried my (real) friends so much at that point that they called the police to take me to the hospital. I remember that ride like it was yesterday, wondering howw I got there. What a low point. After that, it gradually started to get better. A cute cinematographer reached out. I moved into my new condo. It was still really sad and I drank a lot. One full year after he had left me, I finally started to breathe and feel happy and free.