Day number five. I am shaky like a drug addict. I think therapists should begin treating heartbreak and the depression from it like getting over a drug or alcohol addiction.
Essentially its the same. You find a person (a drug) who makes you feel amazing. You get that first high feeling when you meet them. You then spend the rest of your relationship trying to recreate that high. If your relationship is working, then you are constantly buzzed from love. But, if you are in a situation such as mine, you find yourself desperately trying to find it again. It becomes such a struggle that eventually, you burn out. The addiction has become too much. Rehab for such an addiction isn't any better. It's a harsh slap in the face: this person just doesn't want you anymore. For awhile, you try to convince yourself that he'll realize what he's missing out on, that he'll come back, that he'll miss you. But the days goes by and then you realize that he doesn't care and probably never did.
Day five is hard. Possibly the hardest yet. Day five is the realization that he just doesn't care. That you've given yourself completely to a person who wouldn't turn his head if you got hit by a car right in front of him. That you can care about someone so much but they can just forget you exist.
I'm counting down the days until he is just a scar on my porcelain skin.