TANISH

23 | Single | Student

It had been months since the breakup, but the pain and self-doubt lingered on. I had spent countless hours replaying every conversation, every fight, every moment of intimacy, trying to pinpoint where I went wrong. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I was a terrible partner. I was incomplete, incapable of love, and destined to end up alone.

These thoughts consumed me, affecting every aspect of my life. I stopped reaching out to friends, stopped going out, stopped enjoying the things I used to love. I was in a constant state of self-loathing, unable to see any worth in myself.

My parents noticed the change in me and tried to reach out, but I pushed them away. I couldn't bear the thought of them seeing how weak and vulnerable I had become. It was easier to hide behind the mask of strength and independence, even if it was tearing me apart inside.2It wasn't until I hit rock bottom that I realized something had to change. I was tired of living in a constant state of misery and self-doubt. I started to see a therapist, and it was the best decision I ever made.

Through therapy, I learned to let go of the self-blame and accept that the breakup was not entirely my fault. I began to see myself in a more positive light, recognizing my strengths and qualities as a partner. Slowly but surely, I started to rebuild my confidence and self-worth.

As I began to heal, my relationship with my parents also improved. I was able to open up to them about my struggles and allow them to support me. They were there for me through every step of the healing process, reminding me that I was loved and valued.

In the end, the breakup was a painful experience, but it taught me a valuable lesson. I learned to be kinder to myself and to trust that I am deserving of love and happiness. It wasn't an easy journey, but it was one that brought me closer to both myself and my parents.