Every Day I Woke Up, I Hoped To See You Lifting Me Up From My Darkness

Anonymous Anonymous in Your Story on 27 January, 2018

I want you to imagine this: a guy sitting on his bedroom floor, dry-heaving, his body convulsing with each failed attempt at silencing the sobs, banging his head into the ground as he tries to make sense of it all. Now, I want you imagine my face because that guy was me, and I was never good enough for you. I was constantly coming second to dozens of other guys. You made me feel completely worthless. You emotionally ruined me.

I don’t hate you, though. Instead, I want to thank you.

Despite it taking me months, I finally realized that it wasn’t me being good enough for you, but you not being good enough for me. These words have resonated with me for some time, and I am constantly reminding myself that I deserve better than the distorted perception of love that was handed to me on a tarnished silver platter. I deserve better than being ignored, I deserve better than being manipulated, and I deserve better than you.

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I know I’m not the same guy that was on my bedroom floor that night because I would never give someone complete power over me where I lost control; complete power over me where I felt I was worthless.

I was consumed by nothing but negativity, and for a while, I thought you were my only source of light. I was drowning and every single day I woke up and hoped your hand would pull me up to the surface and save me. I was wrong. That night was the night I realized your hand was never there to save me, but instead there to push me deeper below the surface. The only hand I needed was my own.

You were my darkness and it took me too long to realize this.

I know you’re a good person, but next time you ask yourself what it was you ever did to me I want you to think of the guy crying on his bedroom floor. I want you to think of the guy that couldn’t sleep because the nightmares were worse than reality, which had become his own personal hell. I want you to think of the guy who couldn’t eat because he had no appetite from the anxiety caused from thinking he did something wrong. I want you to think of the guy who hated himself so much he had to force himself to get up in the morning, only to crawl back into bed hours later. I want you to think of the guy who had countless silent breakdowns, hoping his parents wouldn’t hear. I want you to think of all the things you never saw, all the things you never experienced, all the things that were kept hidden.

And now I want you to think of the person I have become, and I want you to know that I am thankful for you creating a monster. I’m no longer a monster, and I no longer have to force happiness. No more do I have to seek validation from others that I am worthy. I am thankful you were a part of my life because you became the best, worst thing to happen to me.

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I do hope you’re happy, and just know I don’t regret you. I would never wish for you to experience the same hell as me, I just wish you the same happiness that I can finally experience every day. Thank you for engulfing me in darkness, thank you for helping me grow, and thank you for pushing me further below the surface. Too many great things have come from that darkness. Too many great things have come from you.

I do hope you’re happy to be back with your ex. I never thought you would use my love just to get back him. I loved you sincerely the day when you cried about how your ex cheated on you. you cried hell out when he raped you but being a guy, I can tell you that you raped me emotionally, you raped my trust, my sincerity, my honesty. Now that I have become worthless, I'm finding it hard to find myself.

Editor's Note:

Share this story because too many unsuspecting people become accessories for emotional recovery. People may become emotional after a break-up, but they are perfectly capable of preventing a horrible rebound.