Just Hella Sad
Okay, so you did one thing right: you admitted that you’re sad. Admitting it is the first step, after all. And then you just… stopped there. It’s hard to blame you though. Breakups can be pretty traumatizing, and depression is often a big black bog you can’t just choose to get over. Harder, still, to determine the extent of your agency — when does your sadness stop being a thing beyond your control and start being a thing you actively feed with unhealthy coping mechanisms? Either way, your friends are worried about you. You’re in a pretty bad place, dude — you’re the one type of person every archetype in this listicle is most afraid of (and honestly, at great risk of) becoming.
But for real: You’re going to hear different pieces of advice from the above archetypes on the list. The Worker Drone will tell you to distract yourself with a hobby. The Flirt Monster will offer wingman services. The Diplomat will tell you, “Just talk to them!” These suggestions are varying degrees of right and wrong, but hey, it’s pretty rad that you have such a caring support network! So go to them, for the love of God. Promise me you’ll talk to your friends instead of self-isolating. Promise me you’ll consider seeing a therapist. And promise me — that you’ll promise yourself — that you won’t be sad forever.