First time I got through something on my own without him.

2 weeks out post break up from a 7 year relationship. 28F.

I broke down yesterday due to something happening outside of my control. I tried really hard to keep it together. It was a really frustrating experience and I cried in my car like a baby afterwards.

In that moment, my inner self decided to choose kindness and compassion for myself. And I managed to self-soothe myself in record time. Although my first gut reaction was the urge to immediately cry in his arms, I got through it all on my own for the very first time. And I’m damn proud of that.

Reflecting on it today, I realized my fear of abandonment and inability to cope with things outside of my control is what I need to work on. Those were some of the major issues I caused in our former relationship and likely why I can’t make healthy relationships with others. I have a lot to work on. But for a moment, there was a brief glimmer of hope in life. One day at a time.