I'm not going to go into detail about the situation, but I was wondering if anybody had any advice as far as getting over this horrible feeling.
We broke up last Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I went out with my friends and was pretty much drunk from Thursday night to Sunday morning. While I had a great time, deep down I was only masking the pain I felt. On Sunday, when I was back in reality, I was still incredibly hurt, as I was when we first had our talk the previous Thursday.
On Sunday, I worked and although sad, was keeping busy and doing a good job of not thinking about her/it. Then I got off work and talked to her for the last time. When I got off the phone, I felt a panic attack coming on so I went over to my friends house and again was partially distracted.
When I got home later that night, I laid in bed, tearful, sad and completely unable to sleep. When the next morning came I around, I was miserable until class. Class kept me distracted. Then 7PM came and I went home to watch the Patriots game and that same panicked feeling came over me.
I don't know if it's an actual panic attack, but I found myself in excruciating pain struggling to breath and crying profusely. The Patriots romp of the Jets didn't have the same meaning that it usually does. I haven't worked out since last Wendesnday. I haven't eaten really anything since last wednesday either...
So I'm starting to feel better.. Sunday I was distracted but when I was alone I felt immense pain.. Monday I was distracted but when alone felt even worse pain..
Tuesday I went to one of the therapists here on campus that are free and got everything out in the open. While my friends gave me the response of "fuck her," "she's a stupid bitch," "she's a dumb cunt," or what not, that wasn't good advice in the least because that's obviously not how I feel about her. So the therapist definitely helped in that regard because I was able to explain to somebody how I actually felt without leaving out details or twisting in a way that didn't make me come off like an emotional faggot.
So then last night, I went over to my friends and we drank. I didn't want to get excessive, so I just brought over a small bottle of red wine. It helped alleviate the pain and allowed me to sleep like a normal person for the first time in a week.
Today, I'm feeling much better. I feel as if I'm finally beginning to move on but am currently in the computer lab working on a ton of shit, so I don't know how I'll feel tonight.
Basically put, and yes, you can rip on me for being heartbroken if you'd like, but I was wondering if anybody had any advice for helping me kick this trance I'm in.
I want to workout, I want to eat, I want to watch the Celtics tonight and feel like myself.