The dark night of the soul

We all know the term 'smooth sailing' I think. For a couple of months all went reasonably okay. And then this person started to become more and more important (which came as a surprise to the both of us) but life circumstances meant we were doomed from the beginning. Fast forward to June 2023 when the first blow came. The moment of soul recognition for me, and I'm not sure what the hell happened to the other person. Eight weeks of bliss followed, then a month of not seeing each other and at the beginning of October all went completely and utterly wrong. Devastating for me...though not it seemed for the other person. I fell. Hard. In the deepest of pits. I found myself navigating through the darkest of tunnels with no end in sight. This journey through the shadows, was a period of intense emotional turmoil which I thought I'd never experience. I couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Lost myself completely. And all because ONE person had said: Sorry, we can't be together; I'm not choosing you. This was not a regular break-up. This was a devastating Titanic sinking moment. An overwhelming sense of emptiness took me over. Things that had brought me joy since I was a child, no longer brought me the comfort I needed. I abandoned hobbies, people, life in general basically, and life started to feel like a huge mountain I had to climb at a 45 degree angle. I felt utterly alone, had nobody to talk to (because, let's face it, the person I wanted to talk to the most, was no longer available and wanted nothing to do with me) and the end of the tunnel seemed nowhere in sight. Rationally I knew that this had to end at one point. But when? And how? Then the journey into awakening properly began... Love,

F.