This is my story.
It’s been a long time since I last spoke to you. I’m talking about you, my fans, my family, my everything. Ever since I created Relationship Rules, back in 2012, you guys have been THE most important part of my life. So I wrote a tiny little book for all of you, something that came straight out of my heart and my trauma. It took a lot of effort to put those memories into words, but I did it so that you guys and everyone you know can understand how cruel this world is and how we can make it go easy on us.
When I was 18, I was in a relationship with this girl from college. It had an impressive start, but things went downhill pretty fast. It was my first ever relationship, and I had no idea how breakups felt like and what “moving on” means. I just went with it. I saw all of the red flags, the same red flags I mentioned in my articles all the time, and I didn’t see them as a warning. She used to flirt with other men from class; she used to spend very little time with me only when she had the convenience too. All of my friends told me to leave her, but the idea of breaking up with someone I so dearly loved seemed impossible to me.
But alas, it happened. She left. She just got up and left. I didn’t retaliate, I didn’t protest, but I tried everything I could to make her stay. I had gotten so used to being mistreated by her that I had forgotten how to smile anymore, I was accustomed to being treated that way, I know it sounds dumb and stupid – that’s who I was at that time. Soon after she left, I noticed that all of my energy just went away with her. I had no intentions of waking up in the morning and going to school anymore; I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to spend time with friends, I started isolating myself from everything and everyone around me.
My family was the most prominent victim here. I’m very close to my mother, and she couldn’t stand to see me this way, but she had to. I tried all I could not to let my sadness get to her, but I guess mothers have an idea of knowing even when you’re smiling from ear to ear on the outside. She tried her best to help me get out of the “break up limbo,” but it had little to no effect on me. I used to cry myself to sleep every night and wake up even more miserable every morning.
But one day, something changed. I had this warm feeling in my chest to do something about my life. This little glimmer of hope inside of me that wanted me to get back on my feet, I don’t know how to describe that feeling, but it was one of the most real feelings I’d ever felt. So I listened to it, I listened to myself, and I stood up against my sadness and trauma. I fought my way out of that limbo and found my way back to happiness and contentment. It wasn’t easy, but that’s how life is. Nothing good in life comes easy, and satisfaction is one of the best things in life.
The book I wrote
So here it is, my dear readers and friends. The book I wrote on my journey. I call it “From Hating My Life to Loving Every Minute.” An apt name for the ordeal I went through because I did hate my life back then. I know hate is a strong word, but anyone who’s been through such a scenario can relate. It’s only an ebook for now since most of you guys are reading this on your mobile phones, makes it easier for everyone to have it no matter where they are.
You guys are more than welcome to check it out here and do let me know how you felt about it or if it helped in any way. I sketched the flowers in the book myself; they are a way of telling you guys how I felt during that time and how I feel now. I hope you guys get this book. This isn’t an advertisement; I don’t want to appear like I’m trying to “sell,” I honestly wrote this short book with a lot of heart and wish you all to check it out.
Until next time, stay blessed.