Here's the truth: I only created this blog as a requirement for an online account I needed on line. I never thought I'd go back to this with any intention of writing. But I guess that's the first advice I would give to anyone who has had any kind of break up in the past: Don't put yourself in a box. Keep moving forward.
Cliche you say? Well, sometimes we need to be reminded of the obvious when despair and depression is tearing one apart. Most would react to emotional hurt as they would with the physical: they forget everything else but the pain and put all their efforts in staunching it. Any other kind of advice is more likely to be heard by the birds flying twenty miles above ground. Having already heard it before, cliches are easier to remember and absorb during these times when pain has turned you into a zombie. Or a sarcastic politician. Whichever fits.
Setting boundaries for yourself while "healing up" is your choice. However, not all choices are wise, specially the ones that would let you languish in your agony. You would never heal up that way. Would any wound heal if you keep picking at it? And you would if it was the only thing available for you to do, seeing that you've locked yourself away from everything and anything that could and can help you heal.
There's nothing wrong with taking time out or taking time to get back on your feet. But crossing out every possible option for strengthening yourself just because you want to grieve and be miserable is very different from taking a break. If you need to stop, do it to smell the roses. Or take a picture. Or even smile. Do things that you think you will never be able to do again. And if you find that you can't do it yet, just don't close the door on the possibility that you eventually will in the future.
Nuff' said. Get a move on.
