Thursday, 9 March 2017

Goodbye, Friend

"How can somebody mean so much to you one day and become nobody the next?"

I wasn't sure if I was ever going to blog again. I wasn't sure if I had any words left in me. I'm still not sure how to break this news but it's old news now and I'm ready to put it in a little paper boat and send it on its way out into the world and kiss it goodbye.

For those that follow my instagram, you'll have heard that George and I have parted ways. I know this has come as a great shock to everybody, especially our families and friends because it seemed almost that we were invincible. In it for the long run. I had truly believed we were. 
It's okay, we're on amicable terms. George has been my best friend for a very long time and his family have become as close as my own. I'm not sure I could give them up so easily - I have spent the last 5 and a half years loving them and growing with them and I'm not sure I could just walk away. 
One thing I've always struggled with in parting relationships is the idea that somebody can mean everything to you, and then one day they vanish from your life. I have past loves like that, those I barely spare a thought for nowadays but at the time I couldn't imagine my life without them. Will George become one of those faces in the shadows of my memory? I truly hope not. 

I have spent the last few weeks going through a storm of grief and turbulent emotion; denial, anguish, bitterness, apathy, depression, hope, sadness, fleeting snatched moments of joy and comfort followed by dips of isolation and pure fear of a future unknown. Back in the autumn, I wrote a post about 'the hardest months of my life' but these last few weeks have thrown those experiences aside and left me utterly raw and unable to even understand how those things seemed in any way difficult compared to what I feel now. At least then, I had my best friend at my side, ready to see through the storms with me.
It's not the fear of being alone that's eating me, it's the fear of 5 years closed down like a liquidated theme park; memories reduced to unpleasant skeletons of once lively rides and colourful stalls, a place once vibrant and full of joy, just left stagnate, to rust and creak and fall apart. It's also the fear of 'what next?'

So what happened? Why did things turn out this way?

George and I had four blissful years of relationship. We rarely had things to truly argue about and despite homesickness in Bath and his struggles with university, we stood strong by each other, comforted each other and skipped on happily thinking that when we got home, all our struggles with finding work and homesickness would vanish and we'd dance off into the sunset.

The problem was, it didn't happen like that. 

As I mentioned before, the transition back to Cornwall was messy and difficult and came at a time where bad luck after bad luck came upon us. It was a stressful summer and a stressful autumn and things didn't seem to be getting any better. We were both becoming run down and miserable by our fortunes and it was hard to focus on the good that was happening.
Things only got worse when we went to live in a cottage on a farm. I thought it was everything I ever wanted in a home but the reality was, it was isolated and we both fell into the treadmill of work > home and winter evenings were spent holed up in this big lonely house not knowing quite what to do because there wasn't much nearby you could do on a dark, blustery evening. We didn't even have internet enough to snuggle up and watch netflix.
My mental health took a turn for the worst and I put so much pressure on myself to be this idea I had in my head of who I should be. Successful, adult and 'together'. I also found out that his friends didn't like me and that sent me into a downward spiral of self loathing and frustration and fear that he'd start to not like me either... and well, you know when you're so paranoid about something, you sort of seal your own fate?

I had believed we were strong. I had believed he would support me the way I had supported him when his mental health was low at Uni and I'd drive over at midnight just to check he was okay, spend hours typing up job applications and personal statements for him so he could get a better future, tell him he was beautiful and strong when he felt his worst and share his pain when things weren't going well for him.
I must have been wrong about our strength. Maybe this year was just too much. Maybe it wasn't what he was expecting. Graduate life wasn't what we were expecting. We weren't having a great time in life, either of us, but just when things were starting to get better and just when winter was beginning to blow itself out and I was filled with hope for better times, he quit us.

Relationships have good years and bad years. There are ups and downs. Trials and tribulations. This year was a down but I honestly thought we'd beat it. With cognitive behavioural therapy lined up to battle my anxiety and George finally settled into a promising career, I was so hopeful for healthier times. Just days before we split, we had shared a truly wonderful valentines day together and I was beginning to feel the sun on my face again.

But we split. It happened. I've spent the last two weeks feeling hollow and trying to get my head around it. Living in this house alone, drifting past his things and waiting for each day to pass quickly and get onto the next, a step closer to healing, a step closer to healed.

It's been an exceedingly dark time. An empty time where I constantly look for distractions but find myself unable to do work properly, unable to find the motivation to write and going over and over in my head how things could have been different if I was only stronger, if I hadn't done this or had done more of that. If I hadn't been so anxious.

I'd like to say I'm past that now. I mostly am.
I'm past waiting for him to come home. I'm past torturing myself. I'm doing things. I'm starting to dream things. I'm making new friends, new connections, new hobbies. I'm beginning to pick myself up and move forward. I've got a long way to go and I'm nervous. I'm moving in as a lodger temporarily to a place near my work which is still pretty isolated, but it'll do for now. I'm taking each day as it comes and learning to live without plans. I'm conquering my fears day by day and reconstructing myself like a knocked over tower of toy bricks.

Some days though, I'll spend all the day building myself up and regaining strength only to fall asleep to nightmares and wake up empty and broken all over again. There's been a lot of days like that. Days where I wonder how much longer it'll take. When they will vanish. When will I wake up okay and already strong. It's like being constantly knocked off a ladder. Next time I hope I'll be able to hold on tight enough when I reach the top.

These photos were photos of our very last adventure together as a couple. It seemed fitting to use them to say goodbye. Goodbye to an old life, an old love. 
Who knows if we'll make it as friends or if he'll become a foggy memory. I really hope that's not the case. I hate to burn bridges, lose connections. I have loved him so fiercely and for so long, I hope there's enough friendship left in us to make more good memories in a different chapter as different people. 
What lays next for me? It's sort of terrifying and exciting; I may travel to places I've never been before, I may move and experience a new city, take on new hobbies and meet new people. There's so much unknown and I had always been a person who preferred the known. Who preferred to have some sort of idea of where she was going. 
I used to fear the city because I was obsessed with the idea of coming back to Cornwall but after this year, I've learned that all places can have their value and appeal. Cities don't scare me like they did. They bring comfort in their bustling toing and froing. The anonymity of being a face in a crowd. I think I can learn to be in a place and adapt and make it my own. Living back in Cornwall, I miss the canals of Bath and the stone and gardens and windy streets. The grass is always greener they say. I think what I'm learning, is not to rely on a place to make me happy. I have to rely on myself to make me happy. 
Goodbye old life. Goodbye old love. Goodbye old Sarah. 



  1. Sarah, I'm so sorry to hear about what's happened. You write about it with such strength and eloquence. The ending of any chapter can be painful, but it's mirrored by the possibilities of starting something new and fresh. I wish you all the happiness in the world.

    From a fellow Sarah x

  2. I wasn't going to comment as I feel the last person in tbe world you would want too. But as someone who has been through the exsact same process. Mental health and all I just want to say it'll get better I promise. The therapy works. Really it does. It'll be okay. Just stay strong.

  3. I'm so sorry Sarah, I really am. I can't imagine the upset you've been feeling these last two weeks and I sincerely hope you're finding joy in even just small things at the moment. If you ever need to chat or anything at all,please do remember you are surrounded by people who care about you, even if we have only met a handful of times, i just want you to know you're not alone xxx

  4. obviously i'm a complete stranger and hardly qualified to comment....but i wanted to reach out and send love and remind you that you're stronger than you think. be well. xoxo

  5. I'm sure you've already been told over and over that this will get easier and hurt less with time, so I'll only say that I'm sending you my love, even though we don't know each other, and that I hope you find yourself in happier times soon. x

  6. Really so sorry to hear/read this. Just giving you hugs.

  7. I'm so so sorry to hear this. Sending you lots of hugs, love and strength. I can't imagine how tough it must be - but I'm sure you will get out of this much stronger.

    Mimmi xxx

  8. Such beautiful pictures with such sad words but here I hope writing this lets you know you are not alone and we are all filled with hope for what's to come next for you, even though the storm may be dark and thunder-y (? is this even a word) now. Sunnier skies are coming soon with spring and I know your spring will come soon enough. Lots and lots of hugs from this side of the (smog and smoke-filled city) town! xxxx

  9. I do not know you, you do not know me but I am sending you a big hug, Sarah.

    I am looking forward to the new Sara's adventures! :)


  10. Wow. This floored me: the sadness of the situation coupled with the beauty of your writing is exquisite.

  11. I'm so so sorry love. I can't even imagine the pain you have gone through recently. I hope you begin to enjoy the adventure and that it takes you to some amazing places you've never been before and meet people you never would have dreamed of meeting.

    All my love xxxx

  12. “Goodbye old life. Goodbye old love. Goodbye old Sarah.”? No, no, no. Try this approach: Hello old life. Hello old love. Hello old Sarah. Your future awaits your decision. What are you going to do, now that you’ve just met them?

  13. I was one of those that saw your IG and was completely shocked. Break ups are so so so hard, been there, and I could say, time's a healer, plenty more fish in the sea and all of that but no doubt that'll make any difference to how you're feeling. Like everything in life, it's a process one in time you'll work through. Someone I once knew said ' I always like to think we're leaving each each other a little bit better than we found each other...' xxxx

  14. Ah Sarah this post is so beautifully written. My heart is breaking for you. I'm so so sorry. I hope you heal soon. Sending all my love, Deimante x

  15. Sending you many best wishes!!! 5 years is a hugely long time and suddenly it ending is a truly horrible thing. xx


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