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I'm 25, turning 26 in April. I fell in love for the first time in 5 years. She was pretty amazing. She convinced me I could be loved, that I could maybe love again. I'd put so much work into my physical fitness and mental health over those single years--running, meditating, eating well most recently. I thought I could be different. When we first started going out, we said it felt like we'd known each other our whole lives. It was tough navigating quarantine. She got COVID because she decided to travel for christmas, and we spent a lot of time apart.
Anyways. I hadn't changed as much as I'd thought. My needy anxiety slammed into the uncaring wall of her depression and we just spent our two months, ten days together mostly hurting each other. We weren't good or bad individuals...just pretty terrible together.
So I scrolled through my wallpaper folder. And I saw this. Unbelievably, after all these years...how could something like this give me hope in a moment like today? The day after we broke it off? So I logged onto motherfuckin' /wg/, for the first time in years, because there's nothing quite so relaxing as expanding my wallpaper folder, seeing the beauty you all want to share.
And you know, I still think that maybe I can love and be loved, without my anxiety tearing things apart.
Good luck with whatever boulder you're pushing today, anon.
