I’m sorry to deceive you but this post probably isn’t going to help you get over a breakup. Just like the hundreds of posts I’ve read this week haven’t necessarily helped me. It’s a learning process. I feel like I’m 100 years ahead of the girl in this photo, crying with my friends at a Trdelnik shop and then posing for this photo to send to my friends at home to say “I’m okay I have cake now”. So yeah, step 1 is just eating cake and crying.
I am bisexual. I have known this for a few years now, but before I realised this, I came out to my closest friends and my mother as a lesbian. I had to come out twice to these people and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the significance of my coming out experiences in my life. I’m so comfortable with who I am that coming out to anyone new just feels annoying.
Ironically I have taken a break from the self care-athon because I’ve had a dip in my mental health and needed some time for self care. I’ve been going for runs, doing face masks and doing all those lovely little self care actions to try to make myself feel better. Honestly, it hasn’t really worked all that well.