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Losing people in your life (one way or another) can be like losing a limb. It's like trying to reinvent your instincts to match your new circumstances. Sometimes you feel that phantom limb. Sometimes you stumble and regress. Sometimes you forget that your life has a new balance. You sometimes feel weak and empty. Grief comes in waves. Sleeping enough to have dreams helps remodulate your brain to the here and now. It is important to have patience for yourself. Just like a gaping wound, it eventually scars, and the scar eventually fades. Depending on how well you let yourself heal, it can either be a nasty sensitive scar, or a gentle landmark of things that were.
[–]IsaacJan[S]0 points
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Ha. When I first moved I had a really shitty job. My ex got married soon after because that’s all she wanted in life. I banged hot southern girls and that was cool, but they were the trash jews made them, and I realized it was too late, I wanted to fuck girls like a young kid. During that shitty job it kind of clicked that I wanted to have a family, so that wound became a nasty scar. It was a real bad time.
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[–] Thereunto 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Losing people in your life (one way or another) can be like losing a limb. It's like trying to reinvent your instincts to match your new circumstances. Sometimes you feel that phantom limb. Sometimes you stumble and regress. Sometimes you forget that your life has a new balance. You sometimes feel weak and empty. Grief comes in waves. Sleeping enough to have dreams helps remodulate your brain to the here and now. It is important to have patience for yourself. Just like a gaping wound, it eventually scars, and the scar eventually fades. Depending on how well you let yourself heal, it can either be a nasty sensitive scar, or a gentle landmark of things that were.
[–] IsaacJan [S] 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Ha. When I first moved I had a really shitty job. My ex got married soon after because that’s all she wanted in life. I banged hot southern girls and that was cool, but they were the trash jews made them, and I realized it was too late, I wanted to fuck girls like a young kid. During that shitty job it kind of clicked that I wanted to have a family, so that wound became a nasty scar. It was a real bad time.