Saturday 29 December 2018

Reclaiming My Time: How to Get Over a Breakup Through Rituals, Reflection, and Action

     2018 was quite the year.  I took a few big Ls, but it was also a year of enormous personal and professional growth.  I continued a self-love and empowerment journey that really kicked off in 2017.  I took action to help spread the good word of girl power in my own circles as well as professionally through working with young women.  Speaking of empowerment, let's give a big shout out to Maxine Waters, who got us thinking about standing up to assholes who waste our time.  Congresswoman Maxine Waters of the 43rd District of California, a.k.a. Auntie Maxine, actually made the TIME 100 list for 2018.  Regardless of gender identity, race, or class, we all have assholes, and the power to stand up to them!
Thank you Auntie Maxine for this ICONIC moment with lasting ripple effects.

     Without further ado, let's talk rituals, reflection exercises, and actions to get over breakups big and small in a constructive, healthy, and fulfilling manner!  I have put a lot of thought into this post and I have tried to live all of these suggestions instead of doing my usual "give great advice, but do the exact opposite in my own life".  These are invitations, not prescriptions, to help get over a breakup.  They may work for you, but I also encourage you to try them (even if you aren't in a breakup state, these rituals can be helpful to cull out things and memories that no longer serve you) and create your own that fit your personal values and beliefs.
Rituals I
     A simple Google search tells us that a ritual is a religious or solemn ceremony consisting of a series of actions performed according to a prescribed order.  I look at rituals as anything cathartic that helps facilitate a connection to self or a greater power (be it nature, G/god, spirits, deities, humanity, or the collective ancestral unconscious).  It may sound woo-woo, but as a woman of science, the key to all this is the orderly, sequential nature of the ritual leading to a desired outcome.  Even something as routine as going to bed or taking a bath is a ritual.  Break something ordinary down into steps, and there is ritual to it.
     Something that has come in clutch since moving into my apartment has been the benefits of having a large bathtub.  Although I am not that tall, at about 5 feet 8 inches, I normally have to make the decision between which half of my body will be out of the water, leading me to opt for the more immersive, but less luxurious option of showers.  However, my bathtub is deep and huge, so I have added baths to my self-care repertoire, and have developed a ritual over the last 6 months.  Let's try to break bathing down into minute, replicable steps.

Taking a boujee bath:
-remove the mat from the side of the tub and place it on the ground
-ensure a clean (or clean enough) towel is hanging in the designated place near the bath
-begin running the bath by turning the hot and cold taps on, adjusting to your desired temperature
-light candles or dim lights for ambiance
-add any bath salts or a few drops of essential oils as your bath is drawing  
-put on a CD, playlist, or musical accompaniment of your choosing, or begin to focus on the quiet tranquility and echoes in the acoustics of your bathroom
-remove your clothes
-apply a face mask if you feel so inclined 
-pour a glass of wine or beverage of your choice if that appeals to you
-set an intention for your bath: Is it to treat yo self?  Is it to ease sore muscles after a work out? Is it is to unwind after a difficult day?  Did you get a fancy bath bomb and need to use it right away to justify the purchase?
-lower yourself slowly into the bath and remain submerged until you are ready to come out
*add fresh hot water as needed to maintain comfort

Reflection
     Taking a bath flows well into another suggestion, although not so much a ritual, but a wee bit ritualistic: be naked as much as possible.  After 8 unhealthy, unbalanced, and unsatisfying years, I really truly believed I was undesirable and ugly in every sense.  For many reasons, I was averse to looking at my naked body, avoiding vulnerability, and denying a more free and *s*e*n*s*u*a*l* side of myself because I had the confidence of a broken umbrella at the side of a highway. Taking a long luxurious bath is a great way to start being comfortable with your vulnerable, exposed, nude self in a private and safe way.  Other than Never Nudes, most of us are used to being naked while bathing.  In the bath or shower, start finding small things you like about yourself, that make you feel sexy, or at least like a mildly sexual being.
“Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard. I’d fuck me so hard.”
Jame “Buffalo Bill” Gumb (Ted Levine) ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ (1991)

Try softening your gaze and giving yourself at least one naked compliment a day.  This can be done quickly while dressing in the morning, or set time aside specifically if you really want to go all-in.  Make sure you have some good, not warpy mirrors in your space.  That $15 black or white framed Ikea long mirror does a body real dirty, don't trust it!  Try not to recoil at your own reflection, and practice self-compassion on the days when you catch yourself recoiling even a tiny bit.

In the wise words of RuPaul:
"If you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else? Can I get an Amen!"
     We can slowly build up self-compassion through finding things to love about ourselves.  If you are like me, it is a lot easier to focus on my professional achievements than my physical appearance or even my merits as a decent human being.  But being proud of your physical appearance is important for general quality of life.  After someone messes with your mind about your self-worth for long enough, it can be hard to see yourself as vital, beautiful, and appealing.  It can feel awkward and alien to think highly or even kindly of yourself.  Being naked, seeing yourself naked, and finding joy in being in your own naked skin helps you not only in relationship with yourself, but also is a huge confidence booster when you are ready to be naked with someone else.  Brush your teeth naked.  Do the dishes naked.  See how you feel, does it get easier over time?  Confidence with your exposed self will slowly translate to confidence with your clothed self.  Hell, even getting a haircut, a pap test, or a wax is easier when you feel more confident in your own skin.
     This self-compassion and self-love is how we slowly build ourselves back up after the upset of a major breakup.  Some proactive Treat Yo Self-esque experiments I did included:
-a juice cleanse ($$$ but lost 2 pounds in 3 days and peed a lot, but would do again)
-a facial
-a massage
-spending a long time meditating in the sauna/steam room
-actually going to the gym on my own terms, staying as long or as short as I wanted without feeling guilty
-got a quintessential post-breakup hair cut
     It was great timing for me because the money that would have been spent on our anniversary, his birthday, and Christmas was able to be hedonistically reinvested in myself.  That being said, spending money can only go so far.  Back to the constructive (and cathartically destructive) rituals.

Rituals II
Cleanse your physical space through ritual!  This can begin the day, even moments after your breakup.
1. Remove everything that has a sentimental pang from your immediate vision.
*start in the entrance way of your space, scan your eyeline for gifts, photos, or anything else that needs to G-O out the D-O.
2. Create 4 piles: first is their stuff that needs to be returned.  Get it out of your space as soon as humanly possible.  Their shit can either be picked up in person or drop it off at a mutual friend's place, just make sure it is masterfully packed up beforehand to show that you are ready to move ONWARD AND UPWARD!  Back to our piles, one pile of donateable items (housewares, stuffed animals, decor, jewellery, etc), one of TRASH (things that were sentimental to you, but now have no use like the plastic wrapper from a bag of weird candy purchased on a trip...anything that you can't/environmentally shouldn't burn), and finally a pile of photos, cards, and expired love notes to BURRRNNNNN!
3. You are ready for a Ritual Burning! 
-make sure you have a lighter or matches
-if you do not have a fireplace, fire pit, or bonfire spot, get a glass or metal baking tin/container and line it with aluminum foil 
-light candles in your space using a gas lighter or matches
-hell, sage your place before or after the burning too if you're into that
-if you have a deck, open your door to the outdoors and invite nature and fresh air inwards
-collect your pile of things to burn, if you prefer chaos and don't have much to burn, load your tinfoil-lined baking vessel with the cursed papers and burn, baby, burn!
*I was lucky enough to do this ritual twice, the first time I burned the majority of his cards and notes alone, but I got a cryptic and creepy piece of mail post-breakup because of his ineptitude (wrote my address incorrectly) and it arrived over a month after the breakup, and I was able to burn this final cursed memento with my best friend and her boyfriend.  If you feel comfortable, I highly recommend including those you love in your healing process as you see fit.
-add the ash to any of your potted plants or send it out into the universe by blowing it into the air, depending on the method and volume of ash produced in your burning
4. Clean everything, it is time to begin anew!
-open windows to let fresh air in as you begin your cleansing journey
-light candles or incense of your choosing, honestly I am sure that there are supposed to be scents or herbs that are best for this kind of thing, but I say go with what you love the most as you reclaim your space and make it pristine for yourself
-begin by washing your bed linens, vacuum the mattress, get every trace of their DNA out of your sacred recharging space
-wipe down all surfaces with the cleaning solution of your choice
-really scour your bathroom, again aiming to erase any stubborn hairs and nastiness from your ritual spaces
-brew some tea and relax in your beautiful home after
     I found that once my space felt purely mine again, it was a lot easier to relax.  Plus it was very clean and appealing to host friends.  It was also a relief to know that if I lured any unsuspecting males into my witch lair, it was already at a base-level of presentable.  Staying on top of laundry and dishes is another story when you transition into the action-phase.

Action
     The therapist side of me says that time is never wasted in a relationship as long as you learn about yourself and grow.  However, the human in me can't help but wonder who I could have met, and what else I could have accomplished in the last 8 years if I was not wasting so much energy on someone who did not help build me up at all and actively worked to tear me down.  It has been a lot to unpack.  If you are as stubborn as I am, admitting defeat is the hardest of all.  It took me a while to allow myself to grieve.  
The initial momentum of purging his stuff, wonderful and spontaneous boujee self-care, as well as instant interest and responses on online dating platforms had me feeling I N C R E A D I B L E (with slight hints of horror and manageable rage).
As time went by, I started to feel the deep sadness for the years I spent pouring my heart, soul, and genuine caring effort into a one-sided and draining relationship with a selfish energy vampire.  Embarrassed to "regress" from my public empowered persona, who was handling the breakup with dignity, grace, and the utmost strength, I didn't want to admit, even to myself, that I had a lot to grieve.
     I had a few very rough days in the two weeks leading up to Christmas.  I felt truly overwhelmed with grief.  Not just for my wasted time, but for all the bad habits I realize I have now from the combination of both my terrible relationships over the last 11 years.  Self-doubt and crushing sadness overtook the otherwise celebratory rituals and reflections I had been practicing.  That being said, allowing yourself to grieve does not undo all the progress you may have made through rituals and reflection.
     From the beginning of this process, I realize that I was never alone.  Growth cannot happen in a vacuum, just like plants we need fresh air, sun, and sustenance (both physical and emotional). Friends helped crystallize the initial decision.  My best friend showed up at my apartment the day of the deed with armfulls of chocolate, treats, and even a little unicorn to remind me of the magical creature I am.  Always remember that your friends and family are ALWAYS there for you in some capacity. 
*Invite those you care about into your rituals and reflect and grieve with them*
The time you spent in a not-great relationship may have been time they felt your distance in friendships.  If there is anyone in the world fit to celebrate with you, it is those nearest and dearest to you.  It was a delicious privilege to have my friends literally support a container to burn my ex's creepy, cryptic, manipulative post-breakup card with me.
*Celebrate small victories and set SMART goals*
-get your body snatched at the gym
-try something like a cooking class or improv that you always wanted to do but "something" was holding you back before
-save money for a solo trip
The possibilities for goals are endless because you are a fantastic person capable of actualizing your wildest dreams!
     Not all goals need to be outwardly impressive.  The most liberating personal growth can come from what seem like the smallest steps.  For me, going to certain stores by myself (author's note: I did get teary when I wrote this part) was a huge step.  It was shockingly emotionally wearing treading paths once walked as a couple.  Choking back tears in Walmart did garner some interesting looks.  Launching back into what were couple routines as a single person can be the most jarring.  Those are the moments that feel
L O N E L Y.
You might not miss your ex, but it is thrown into your face that a lot has changed.  And if you're like me, change is hella hard.  It's not comfortable, it's certainly not easy, but you survived and you're doing it every day.

     So here's to you, here's to me, here's to us!  Let's give another "Thank u, next" to our exs and appreciate all that they have taught us. No matter what your situation, relationships change us, sometimes for the better, sometimes in a more detrimental fashion.  It's about getting back up, putting yourself back out there when you are ready, and dusting off the best, most shiny, and infectious facets of your spirit.  Everyone heals at different rates.  One day it will go beyond healing and you will blossom.  Your head will sit a little higher.  Your co-workers might comment that you seem lighter.  You might even smile while walking in a familiar place and nothing but contentment for existing in this exact moment, just as you are, fills your mind.  Here's to 2019!  May it be filled with continued successes, personal growth, and lots and lots and lots of adventures worth blogging about.

Sunday 16 December 2018

Sublimation

What goes up must come down...or some shit like that.

This has been a weird few weeks.  I have accomplished a lot of milestones in my job, got some good health news, and have done my usual routines to meet bare-minimum basic functioning needs.  After the highs of the last two months, the other shoe had to drop eventually.


*You are probably wondering, where the drawings at?  Where are the fun stories we were promised about a terrible Bumble date and rituals to get over breakups?  They are coming, I swear, but I am taking time to process things and write what needs to come out as it happens*

For my friends from Sciences and other lay-folks, I am talking about sublimation in psychology.  Freud believed that sublimation is a more mature defense mechanism.  It is when people transform socially unacceptable impulses or idealizations into socially acceptable actions or behaviours. As a side note, it is also believed that long-term sublimation can lead to lasting conversion of the initial impulse, strengthening behaviour patterns.  I am really good at over-analyzing myself, but I think I sublimate negative feelings like anger, sadness, and disappointment to a pathological degree, leading to an almost masochistic denial of totally normal human weakness and push myself to the brink of both mental and physical exhaustion.   Perhaps this is why I have chronic infections...

Anyway, I don't deal with anger very well.  I generally sublimate it into something ridiculously productive like working out (losing about 8 pounds in a month and a half, oops!) or major organization and cleaning projects (washing literally every article of clothing I own and pre-hanging enough outfits to get me from yesterday through January 2019).  Even though I live for being a vessel to foster vulnerability in others, I am pretty terrible at acknowledging vulnerability within myself and accepting even the most basic help from others.

It was an especially challenging week for me.  With the holidays coming up and a string of anniversaries and birthdays, I have had to repeatedly confront the numerous enormous changes in my life over the last few months.  It's going to sound like I am a whiny bitch, but retelling the same story to different friend groups was at first cathartic, but eventually became a source of anger and disappointment as more and more evidence of romper room fuckery came out of the woodwork from diverse friend groups.


Posthumous anecdotes about spending the last 8 years with a dreaded, evil, never-fully-present, resented, and disliked narcissist begs the question, why does everyone tell you this after you've broken up?  Tearing down the villain/dumpee, although genuinely intended to bolster the confidence of the dumper,  still reinforces that they initially (or in my case repeatedly) made bad decisions, and dredges up that foolish feeling of despair for investing so much time and effort into a plague-rat-infested-sinking ship.  I had a great conversation with a hair stylist about this topic, no amount of "YAASSSS KWEEN"s, "YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING AND MORE, SO GLAD YOU FINALLY DUMPED HIS UNDESERVING ASS" dissuades the nagging feeling that everyone was talking behind your back about what a dumb-dumb you were for years. 

My dad came in clutch for a real talk on Thursday.  I feel no resentment toward my family, friends, and everyone who saw past the jawline and charm to the flaming garbage patch within (I kid!).  There are no hard feelings and I know how many factors went in to this, as well as many similar, situations. It is so complicated, and there are always reasons (they didn't feel like it was their place, they didn't want to start something unfounded, how do you even begin that conversation, etc!).  Feelings are feelings, and they can be pervasive and sneaky even with the most ironclad logic and intestinal fortitude.  I think it is pretty human to feel like a fool after the dissolution of any relationship that pushes almost a decade, be it marriage, engagement, or long-term commitment.

I realized that in 11 years of being in relationships, I have no idea how to function with an emotionally-stable, enthusiastic, and mutually supportive partner.  That is pretty dang sad and horrifying.  Of all the things to process, this has been the most shockingly devastating.  I am discovering sneaky bad habits.  I have had to do a lot of heavy emotional labour, for a long ass time, and I haven't come out quite as unscathed as I initially hoped. 

Juggling multiple, incongruous roles in relationships has probably not set me up for great future success.  The weight of the intense personal work undoing these now maladaptive patterns has been gnawing at the back of my mind as I embark on the wondrous journey of finding a mate. Trying not to be a raving animal foaming at the mouth in response to basic kindness is surprisingly challenging.


But even this drive for continuous self-improvement is sublimation of fear.  I don't want to be played for an easily manipulated bleeding heart again.  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  Fool me a third time, I have freakishly bad and unchanging taste in men!  Fear is a powerful emotion.  Fear can be elicited from good things too though, and I am on the precipice of so many good things! 

2019 is going to be the year!  The preamble to the new year is goal setting season.  I think a reasonable goal is allowing someone else to help me do things like fold blankets, arrange pillows, or do dishes without screeching in protest.  One of my worst fears is that my notoriously terrible and unsupportive roster of exes will sneak back into my mind and taint the genuine and kind actions of a worthy suitor.  Talk about masterful levels of overthinking!  One of my new mantras is, "shut up and let yourself enjoy this".





Sunday 9 December 2018

An Aside

I decided to try online dating to prove to myself that I still know how to talk to men.  It turns out I don't.  In a vast world of normal people, I don't think my quirky charm really translates online.  Here is what I finally decided on for my Bumble profile:

I figure honesty is always the best policy.  Why not lay it all out on the line from the jump?  Here are some other bios I had considered:

As much as I love RBG, I felt like that would go over too many heads.  Perhaps some good old self-deprecation?
 

The #tooreal edit:

I don't feel like I have a sexy bone in my body.  I am not smooth.  I am painfully genuine and wear my heart on my sleeve.  I audibly gag when I am nervous.  Me trying to flirt is like trying to sneak out of the middle of an aisle during a movie and knocking the drinks out of the cup holders.  There is no going back after that.

One great thing about working in palliative care is that I know we all die alone.  Even surrounded by your long lineage of loving family, only you shuffle off this mortal coil when the time comes.  I have no fear of dying alone. Bring on that spinster life!