Alright, so you’re wondering about the timeline for getting over a breakup, huh? It’s a tough one, and everyone’s different, but I can tell you how it went down for me. It’s not a neat little package, that’s for sure. It’s more like stumbling through a dark room for a while.
The First Hit: Felt Like a Truck
When it actually happened, after a pretty serious run, like, five years we were together, building stuff, you know? Then boom. Done. The first few days, man, I was just…gone. Couldn’t really process anything. It felt like walking around in a daze. My ‘practice’ then was just breathing, pretty much. My ‘record’? A blank page, honestly. Just shock. This absolute gut-punch phase, where I couldn’t think straight, probably lasted a good week, maybe two. Just pure, raw shock. Eating was a chore, sleeping was a joke.
The Messy Middle: This is Where it Drags
Then came what I call the ‘long slog’. This is where the “how long” part really gets blurry. Because it wasn’t a straight path to ‘better’. Nosiree. I remember just trying to not feel anything. My ‘practice’ in this bit was, well, pretty uninspired at first. Mostly just coping, any way I could.
- Distraction, distraction, distraction: I swear, I watched every series on every streaming platform. Anything to keep my brain from going there. That probably bought me a month of just…numbness. But soon as the show ended, wham, back to reality.
- Talking it out (maybe too much): My friends, bless ’em. They listened. For hours. It helped, getting it out. But then I’d be alone again, and the ache would just settle back in. My ‘record’ from this time would be a lot of late-night calls.
- The anger bit: Oh yeah, that showed up. Went over every fight, every dumb thing. That was probably a couple of months of just being mad. Didn’t exactly feel good, but it felt…active, I guess. Better than just being sad.
For a solid few months, maybe three or four, it felt like I was wading through mud. Some days I’d think, “Okay, I’m doing better,” and then something small would just knock me right back down. My ‘practice’ was pretty inconsistent then, just trying to find things that didn’t make me feel worse. The ‘record’ was full of ups and downs, like a really bad rollercoaster.
When Things Started to Shift, Slowly
The first real sign that things were changing? It wasn’t like a light switch. More like, one morning I woke up and my ex wasn’t the absolute first thing on my mind. That was huge. This was probably around the six-month mark, give or take. I started to actually do things for myself again. Picked up an old guitar I hadn’t touched in ages. Started going for runs, not to impress anyone, but ’cause it cleared my head.
This wasn’t “over it,” not even close, but it was like I could finally see a bit of blue sky. My ‘practice’ became more intentional. I started choosing things that made me feel even a tiny bit good. My ‘record-keeping’ turned into noticing these small wins – the first time I genuinely laughed with friends, the first weekend I didn’t just want to hide under the covers. I’d make a mental note, like, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad.”
Finding a New Kind of Normal
So, back to “how long?” If you mean when did I stop actively hurting every single day, or thinking about them constantly? That was probably closer to a year. When did I feel truly myself again, like, genuinely optimistic and not carrying that weight? Man, that was longer. Maybe eighteen months, pushing two years. And here’s the thing about “getting over” someone: it doesn’t mean you wipe them from your memory. It just means the thought of them doesn’t hijack your whole day anymore. It doesn’t own you.
For me, the whole thing was a journey, not a race. My ‘practice’ was just living it, messing up, trying again, and slowly, bit by bit, putting myself back together. The ‘record’ isn’t a neat chart; it’s more like a messy journal of feelings and small steps. There’s no set schedule. You just gotta feel the feelings, do what you can for yourself, and trust that it does, eventually, get easier. It’s your own path, and it takes whatever time it needs to take.
