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My partner and I broke up today. I can list a million complaints about what I did wrong, and vice versa, but it doesn't matter. The relationship was long distance, but I love him more than anyone on this planet and I'm certain is mutual. I don't know why it ended, all I know is that it did, and I am very heartbroken and confused.
Still I cannot help but blame myself, even though I know that I did everything in my power to make it work. Being the one with the mental illness, the blame often falls there and I am used to it. I do things that are distressing to others and they cannot tolerate it. But I went to therapy, tried new meds, tried talking about my feelings (too much for him), tried guarding myself (too little for him), focused on myself, focused on mundane tasks, focused on the future (too uncertain and distressing), focused on the present (lacking in positivity), let go of past indiscretions, offered forgiveness, was mindful of his feelings, etc. I literally have made myself sick trying to push this in a successful direction. I am depleted.
Deep down I hope that things will magically turn around, and we can go back to being happy: before the traumatic wounds were re-opened by unstructured psychotherapy, before I had doubts about our circumstances and the lack of control I had over them, when we were just content to look at each other and smile.
I feel in a very, very dark place now. I don't know why I'm posting this here.. guess I'm hoping someone can relate and offer some solace.
Still I cannot help but blame myself, even though I know that I did everything in my power to make it work. Being the one with the mental illness, the blame often falls there and I am used to it. I do things that are distressing to others and they cannot tolerate it. But I went to therapy, tried new meds, tried talking about my feelings (too much for him), tried guarding myself (too little for him), focused on myself, focused on mundane tasks, focused on the future (too uncertain and distressing), focused on the present (lacking in positivity), let go of past indiscretions, offered forgiveness, was mindful of his feelings, etc. I literally have made myself sick trying to push this in a successful direction. I am depleted.
Deep down I hope that things will magically turn around, and we can go back to being happy: before the traumatic wounds were re-opened by unstructured psychotherapy, before I had doubts about our circumstances and the lack of control I had over them, when we were just content to look at each other and smile.
I feel in a very, very dark place now. I don't know why I'm posting this here.. guess I'm hoping someone can relate and offer some solace.