My first breakup

When I had my first breakup at 17, I would listen to sad songs endlessly and it would make me feel even worse.

Stupid, right? But every woman did it at least once in their lifetime.

Sad but true, I had reached a point where I was addicted to suffering. So, whatever was making me feel terrible, I would do it. I would overreact on things that don’t matter now. I would constantly focus on negative stuff. Stuff that would make me feel bad over and over again.

It was a vicious circle and it took me months to get out of that trap.

Luckily, the more the breakups, the less time it would take me to recover. With time, I learned that I was just being irrational. It’s like burning yourself intentionally. You know you’ll get hurt if you do it, so why are you allowing it to happen?

Thoughts are poison if you’re not paying attention. And too many people are unaware of this. They let themselves be defined by their mind while they shouldn’t.

And what’s the point of dwelling on the negative stuff, anyway?

Does it help you to feel any better?