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  1. Sometimes nothing hurts more than seeing other people being happy when you're in the depths of depression. I remember this walk. Everything made me hurt, and nobody was doing it intentionally except one person.

    #poem #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #love #relationships #writing #reading #breakups

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  2. The Walk at Night: A Poem about Isolation, Pain, and an Ending Relationship

    We’re here, on the inky street,
    outside our vanishing home.
    Moths battering the solemn orange eye
    of streetlights, soggy with summer heat.
    I’m sitting with my dog on the curb.
    We’re still shaking.
    Another fight, screaming, anger,
    a relationship fracturing apart
    like poorly cut crystal.

    We walk further
    the streets are sharp with buildings,
    but blurred with light.
    The smeared sky and gloom
    doing its best impressionist strokes.
    We pass restaurants, breweries, ice cream, coffee,
    pizza, and popcorn mashing with IPAs.
    There is laughter, unrefined, sizzling
    a million words colliding at once.

    It’s too loud. Soon, we’re miles from home,
    till we see the edge of Minneapolis.
    A skyscraper forest, with metallic leaves
    all vertical, steely, but peppered with life.
    Dozens of people captured, lancing the night
    in a metropolis of concrete honeycomb.
    I know someone
    inside all those lights

    is happy

    why can’t it be me?

    #blogging #books #breakUps #fiction #horror #love #monsters #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #reading #relationships #writing
  3. Jen Affleck Says Husband Gambled Over $100,000 of Her Money

    Photo: Maya Dehlin/Disney After five seasons of relationship trouble documented on The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives (make…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Celebrities #breakups #Entertainment #jenaffleck #momtok #slomw:oc #TheSecretLivesOfMormonWives #thesecretlivesofmormonwives:orangecounty #TV #ZacAffleck
    newsbeep.com/us/915213/

  4. "I look at the rug
    I see us texting, Saturday, past midnight..."
    Stranded by Ana The Drama Queen medium.com/lit-up/stranded-b7b
    #poetry and #breakups from your very own #dramaqueen
    in the Lit Up press #litpub & #poetrycommunity

  5. When a Relationship Ends But the Venmo Requests Don’t

    My Two Cents Personal-finance columnist Charlotte Cowles asks the nosy, revealing, sometimes uncomfortable questions about money so you…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Mobile #breakups #budgeting #datingdisasters #money #mytwocents #Personalfinance #power #relationships #Technology
    newsbeep.com/us/891772/

  6. A convoluted joke

    Trust me, I am a better leaverIf I were to leaveyou would have knownyou would have never had to guessI would have left my job and given up my awesome apartment  in PragueI would have moved cities, no!countriessomewhere where you need to board a plane or reserve a train seat to get homeI would have blocked you on WhatsApp and Messenger (even though we never used that one)Reddit too!I would have tracked you down and blocked your account (how? Idk: cool cool; hot stuff; true; some smartass […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/23/a-con

  7. two is company, three is a crowd

    You don’t want to be meI am a menacemy hair’s always messy and my thoughts racingtwisting reality scheming my next grand affairI will look you straight in the eyes and say something like:“I really missed you. I cared. I loved you.” Yet, don’t you dare believe that!I am deceiving myselfIn truth, the past tense is still present—so very presentthat I’d be making breakfast in my kitchen and see her making breakfast in hisand then I cry like I have no self-worth perhaps I don’tI […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/21/two-i

  8. I go to the theatre to cry in the dark

    If you are going to leaveleave completelyleave utterlyleave (what’s another word for describing a death?)cut the cords, and all the red stringsuntie all the destiny threadsburn the bridges and the castle’s gatesset on fire the entire city if you mustand raze to the groundall my pillow fortresses heighten defences—I am here to take everything from youthat’s whythat’s why I am cryingIf you are leavingdon’t say: “I don’t know”say: “It’s time”say: “I made a […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/20/i-go-

  9. The bit that you skip #257: My Morning Jacket – Wonderful (the way I feel)

    The death of the author is a theory by Roland Barthes that posits that the ultimate meaning of a book lies in the reader, not the writer.

    I understand that you usually reflect yourself on media and choose it depending on how it speaks to you. So I half agree with Barthes but still feel the author holds the truth. Leaving everything to the reader is how we got to cultural illiteracy.

    Apropos of this: circuital is a break up album. I don’t know if it’s the real intention of My Morning Jacket, but it’s an album that arrived when I was in the late stages of an intense relationship. I knew it was going to end badly and I had accepted that there wasn’t anything in my power that could stop what was coming.

    My all time fave My Morning Jacket album is also the one that hurts me the most. I still can’t listen to Outta my system as it’s intrinsically embedded to the last days of that relationship. Perhaps I feel more like the sweet longing of wonderful (the way I feel), which I took as a 70s folk mellow piece that was heavy on the irony. I’d imagine I was in a movie, drinking a pint at the Ranmoor inn as the non-diagetic track bleeds through. I’d imagine myself writing what happened to get it out of my system. Eventually I did, and when I read what I wrote on those days, I understand but prefer to move onwards.

    We are now just friends. And that’s the better ending.

    -Sam J Valdés López

    https://youtu.be/xaP0t-sfnqA?si=9Qho2ncAz7frQsRs

    #breakups #Circuital #MyMorningJacket #RanmoorInn #relationship #wonderfulTheWayIFeel
  10. }()&^%$#!@#$%^&**(())__+__)++he moved on

    You know what’s crazy? {Imagine wanting something that you already had and knowing you will never have it again, and forever remembering every single minute of it} I’ll be damned ‘cause nothing’s quite as good It’s almost like food had lost its taste and the sun is not warming, but burning skin, hair, bones, everything faceless I keep watching myself from above like I’ve already been here before, and I had everything I ever wanted. I will always taste the salt on his […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/13/____h

  11. It is just a sad story

    try harder explain more carefully watch your body language do not take too much space watch his body language read his eyes read the subtext, the subtitles of his broken language take care of his inner child make him feel safe completely abandon yours begging and crying in the hallway send another message another lengthy letter reassure over and over again  this time less needy, less clingy, less lovingly get a phd in psychology learn all about attachments styles go to yoga […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/12/it-is

  12. Did you do it to hurt me?

    The crying  smelling my hair in the hallway that second time you left kissing my shins that last time you stayed Telling me about her breaking my trust; breaking your promise—never figuring it out  Taking everything from me—funny how the tables have turned wasting my words, my light, my joy making me feel stupid for caring calling me crazy being my safe place lying straight to my face avoiding me on the street making my yellow flowers mean nothing Telling me about […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/11/did-y

  13. This is no Phoenix

    The bridges had burnt a long time ago; you haven’t even noticed I know you tried to save the ashes I guess the bird got tired of dying and rising and dying again It’s kinda romantic if you think about it I couldn’t be a witch forever you have to burn me at the stake this is no miracle I have no superpowers If you kill me I’ll stay dead We only say the truth when we know it's too late to change something: The bridges had burnt a long time ago; I haven’t even noticed There […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/09/this-

  14. This is no phoenix

    The bridges had burnt a long time ago; you haven’t even noticed I know you tried to save the ashes I guess the bird got tired of dying and rising and dying again It’s kinda romantic if you think about it I couldn’t be a witch forever you have to burn me at the stake this is no miracle I have no superpowers If you kill me I’ll stay dead We only say the truth when we know it's too late to change something: The bridges had burnt a long time ago; I haven’t even noticed There […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/08/this-

  15. Can you hear my heartbeat?

    “She is very pretty, but doesn’t like me at all” “I like-like you” “I am not going anywhere” "I like how you move your wrists" “I am glad I met you” “Bro” “Take everything from me” "I AM happt" “You are gorgeous” "Shall we rename this to Maj Poem?" “You smell really good” “I love the little dance you do when you eat something you like” “I love how you just rolled your eyes; is it that good?” “Oh wow” “You are slow-eating your way […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/05/can-y

  16. I am jealous, so jealous

    I hope she is everything you ever wanted And you’ve got insane chemistry yk, the chemistry you thought we were lacking  in that last month, because you didn't touch me for 3 weeks I do remember how you said that nobody had made you “feel this way before” or “cum” or “safe and loved” But then was it all mine my efforts  my thighs  my mouth? I hope she is also cooking you dinners and makes you laugh and you mirror her lips moving from side to side  I hope you bring […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/09/02/i-am-

  17. How does shit end?

    Everything I am not (!) Broken Less for loving more A failure for caring; still, even though Drowning and Gasping for closure Begging for a bit of kindness Starving, and Grateful for the breadcrumbs Understood Sleepless and  Rage-cleaning my bathroom at midnight Waiting for a miracle Clock-watching; avoiding the 12:12 Looking for another reason  Chosen by him; good riddance (I am just putting a braver face, this shit hurts) Irreplaceable  Smelling like Byredo Slow […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/08/31/how-d

  18. all I want to do is write and be naked, bewildered, in love with you

    Life is long and boring And then it's short and fast Life is a million seconds of reaching And a million hours of waiting Life is a puzzle halfway finished What do you say when you finish the puzzle, anyway? You say: “it’s been hard; not caring” Life is promising yourself to stay celibate for a year and then breaking your vow later that month; the sex wasn’t even that good, you double-crossed the heavens for no reason at the trial, they, the higher beings, would look down at […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/08/28/all-i

  19. Things you don’t know: 

    Not knowing is awful; knowing is worse I still wear your hoodies I have 14 plants now I know you thought I met someone; that's why. I didn't. I was scared you could have. I didn’t want to face her My hair is long again  I injured my back, and I need to do stupid recovery exercises I changed my yoga studio. I do miss my yoga instructor, though. I don't miss the anxiety about accidentally running into you I still have anxiety about accidentally running into you. It doesn't matter […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/08/25/thing

  20. I love you; me too

    I am a black cat crossing your street at midnight  I am a mad man  screaming and laughing, then crying and shouting  I am a little bit crazy,  I mean, I know where you live I want to talk all the time about feelings and their meaning You are crashing it at small talk (no wonder they broke up, wait…) I am a little bit too much but you know that already I am a faint trace crossing your way watching your apartment light up from a cold sidewalk and then sobbing, and weeping […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/08/25/i-lov

  21. AOC doesn’t deny breaking up with fiancé Riley Roberts, after posting egg retrieval video

    Far-left Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez haughtily proclaimed she doesn’t discuss her personal life just days after posting a video…
    #NewsBeep #News #Topstories #alexandria-ocasio-cortez #breakups #fertility #Headlines #Politics #progressives #Queens #TopStories #USNews
    newsbeep.com/688789/

  22. So I stayed in the darkness with you

    I had this song stuck in my head all weekend and I was struggling to put into words what I was so caught by. Writing this blog post about Kristeva’s Black Sun left me with a much clearer sense of what I’ve been circling around without being able to articulate. What she’s describing is a shattering loss. A total collapse of meaning:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gMq3hRLDD0

    The stars, the moon
    They have all been blown out
    You've left me in the dark
    No dawn, no day
    I'm always in this twilight
    In the shadow of your heart

    There is a loss of the Other, without whom “I was in the darkness so darkness I became”. There is an incorporation of the loss in which she is “always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart”. Through the creative force of signification she maps out her exit from the darkness, acknowledging that when she leaves she will always be marked from the experience: she could find her way back.

    I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map
    And knew that somehow I could find my way back
    Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
    So I stayed in the darkness with you

    But then she hears the Other’s heart beating. They too have become the darkness. The map is forsaken. The exit is abandoned. Instead she prepares to make her home there together. It’s a beautiful sentiment. Or is it? After writing that Kristeva post it feels more like a refusal of mourning masquerading as an act of cosmic solidarity. It’s a peculiarly self-deceptive form of melancholia in which going deeper into the loss feels like it’s getting closer to recovering the lost object.

    The fantasy that there is some deeper form of togetherness latent within the traumatic reality of the unravelling. At what point would the imagined togetherness actually arrive? Unless there’s a point where the bottom is reached, where the bedrock of cosmic solidarity is actually located, this is ultimately an act of tragic self-deception. It is one in which refusing to abandon the Other doesn’t give them what it aspires to while also abandoning the self. It made me think back to this passage from Nick Cave in Faith, Hope and Carnage:

    But what I want to say is this: this will happen to everybody at some point – a deconstruction of the known self. It may not necessarily be a death, but there will be some kind of devastation. We see it happen to people all the time: a marriage breakdown, or a transgression that has a devastating effect on a person’s life, or health issues, or a betrayal, or a public shaming, or a separation where someone loses their kids, or whatever it is. And it shatters them completely, into a million pieces, and it seems like there is no coming back. It’s over. But in time they put themselves together piece by piece. And the thing is, when they do that, they often find that they are a different person, a changed, more complete, more realised, more clearly drawn person. I think that’s what it is to live, really – to die in a way and to be reborn. And sometimes it can happen many times over, that complex reordering of ourselves.

    The choice to stay in the darkness is an embrace of that shattering. But it’s simultaneously a refusal of the piecing together, the healing, the rebirth which follows the shattering. It’s a refusal of life masquerading as an embrace of life.

    #breakups #divorce #love #melancholy
  23. #Breakups #alternatefridaymusic #BreakingUp

    Good Enough -- Fred Eaglesmith
    ----
    And when I see her she says hi
    But she's got that look in her eye
    I know she's got some other guy
    He looks like he's in junior high
    I stole myself a car last week
    Drove it up to willis peaks
    Covered it in gasoline
    But it's not the same when she's not with me

    When I was good enough and we lived the life
    Good enough and she carried a knife
    Good enough and she wasn't like anybody that you ever knew
    ----
    Sorry for uploading instead of linking but my favorite version doesn't seem to be on YT

  24. Big Fish

    Nobody is comingyou are here all aloneWhat does that mean?I am surrounded by faces whiteblackmost of them bluelike the sky? yes, like the mirroring oceandeepand composed as if by disturbing its waters you might awake something long forgottena sea giant? a sea giant. yes. I am just afraid I am still wearing the clown's clothesyet I never said anything funnyand he’s laughing, bursting intears flaming out all over the floor his shoes lined up at the door That’s the joke!!!did you get it?I am […]

    thewitch.blog/2026/07/29/big-f

  25. New York Times: The Breakup Loop: Why the TikTok Algorithm May Keep You Heartbroken. This link goes to a gift article. “As social media companies face increasing scrutiny over addictive design features and accusations that their algorithms can feed users harmful content, mental health advocates are pointing to the platforms’ handling of breakup content as a stark example of their failure to […]

    https://rbfirehose.com/2026/07/27/the-breakup-loop-why-the-tiktok-algorithm-may-keep-you-heartbroken-new-york-times/
  26. Grief Has Many Faces: Finding Beauty, Healing, and Community Through Loss

    Grief. Most people hear that word and immediately think of death. While death is certainly one of the most profound losses we can experience, grief is so much bigger than that. Grief lives in the spaces between what was and what will never be again. It arrives when a relationship ends, when a friendship fades, when we move away from a place that once felt like home, or when life unfolds differently than we imagined it would. It shows up in the transition into motherhood or fatherhood, in the journey from being single to becoming part of a couple, and sometimes in the painful unraveling that comes with separation or divorce. It can be found in infertility, pregnancy loss, medical trauma, the loss of a career, the loss of health, or the loss of identity. Sometimes grief is tied to dreams that never came true. Other times, it is connected to the childhood we wish we had experienced or the future we thought was waiting for us.

    The truth is that grief touches every single one of us. No one makes it through this human experience without loss finding them in some way. Yet despite how universal grief is, so many of us carry it quietly. Somewhere along the way, many of us learned that grief should be hidden. We learned to be strong, to keep moving forward, to avoid burdening others with our sadness. We learned that tears should be wiped away quickly and that healing should happen behind closed doors. But grief was never meant to be carried alone. It was never meant to be hidden. It was meant to be witnessed, honoured, and held with compassion.

    I know this because grief has been one of my greatest teachers.

    My journey with grief began far earlier than I could have understood at the time. At just four years old, I experienced the tragic loss of my very first friend. While I was too young to fully comprehend what had happened, I now recognize that loss left an imprint on my heart that would shape much of my life’s journey. As I grew older, grief continued to weave itself through my experiences. Friends from my childhood camp community bravely fought battles with cancer, and many of them did not survive. Each loss brought its own heartbreak, yet there was very little guidance available to help me understand the emotions I was carrying. Like so many people, I learned to keep moving forward. I learned to push through. I learned to carry my grief quietly because I didn’t know there was another way.

    One of the most significant losses in my life was my beloved Nonna. She was the heart of our family—a beautiful Italian woman whose love could be felt in every meal she prepared, every hug she gave, and every gathering she created around her table. She embodied warmth, generosity, resilience, and unconditional love. Watching ALS slowly change someone so vibrant was one of the most heartbreaking experiences I have ever witnessed. It taught me that grief often begins long before someone leaves this world. Sometimes grief begins the moment we realize life is changing. Sometimes grief lives in the witnessing. Sometimes grief is loving someone deeply while knowing things will never be the same again. Through her journey, I learned that grief and love often walk hand in hand.

    The loss of my father was equally profound, but in a very different way. Before he passed, we walked a spiritual path together that forever changed my life. He was one of the first people who truly encouraged me to trust my intuition and embrace the spiritual gifts I had spent years questioning. He helped me understand that there is more to this life than what we can see and touch. Losing him was devastating, but it was also deeply awakening. His passing expanded my understanding of connection, Spirit, and the ways love continues beyond physical form. While I miss him every day, I also carry his wisdom with me. He remains one of my greatest teachers, and his influence continues to guide me in both my personal life and the work I am called to do.

    Not all grief arrives through death. Some of my deepest grief came through the endings that don’t come with funerals. I have grieved relationships that ended, friendships that changed, versions of myself I had to leave behind, and dreams I thought would unfold differently. I have experienced moments of questioning, confusion, and heartbreak that left me wondering why certain people or experiences had entered my life only to leave. Looking back now, I understand that every ending carried a lesson, even when I couldn’t see it at the time. Yet what made many of those experiences so difficult was not just the loss itself—it was feeling like I had to navigate it alone. No one had taught me that grief can show up as anxiety, anger, numbness, exhaustion, overwhelm, or even physical symptoms. No one had explained that grief is not linear, that it doesn’t follow rules, and that healing cannot be rushed.

    Over time, my own healing journey led me toward practices that transformed the way I understood grief. Through Reiki, mediumship, meditation, trance work, art, ritual, ceremony, and deep spiritual connection, I began discovering new ways to process what I was carrying. I learned that healing doesn’t always happen through words. Sometimes healing happens through energy. Sometimes it happens through creativity. Sometimes it happens through silence and stillness. Sometimes it happens through connecting with Spirit, and sometimes it happens simply by sitting with someone who truly understands. These practices became sacred companions during some of the most difficult seasons of my life. They helped me reconnect with myself when grief left me feeling lost. They helped me find meaning when everything felt uncertain. Most importantly, they reminded me that even in our deepest losses, love remains present.

    As I continued healing, I realized that what I needed most throughout my own journey was not someone to fix me. It wasn’t advice or solutions. It was support. It was community. It was having a safe place where my grief could exist without judgment. It was knowing that I didn’t have to carry everything alone. That realization eventually became the foundation for the work I feel called to do today. My heart’s desire is to create spaces where people feel seen, heard, supported, and safe enough to bring the parts of themselves they have been carrying in silence.

    One of the greatest gifts this path has brought into my life has been connecting with incredible souls who share a similar calling. One of those people is Courtney from The Midnight Sun. Courtney carries her own profound story of loss, resilience, healing, and transformation. Her experiences have shaped the compassionate and intuitive space-holder she is today, and I am deeply honoured to be collaborating with her. Together, we began talking about what grief support could look like if it were rooted in authenticity, compassion, spirituality, and genuine human connection. We both recognized how many people are suffering quietly and how desperately many of us long for spaces where grief can be spoken about openly.

    From those conversations, The Grief Garden was born. The Grief Garden is a sacred community space for people navigating loss in all of its forms. It is a place where grief is welcomed rather than avoided. A place where people can gather, share their stories, explore healing practices, and connect with others who understand. Through guided meditation, Reiki-inspired healing, intuitive connection, creativity, reflection, ritual, and meaningful conversation, we create opportunities for grief to be witnessed, expressed, and honoured. There is no expectation to have the right words. There is no pressure to be healed. There is simply an invitation to come exactly as you are.

    We are honoured to be co-facilitating our first in-person Grief Garden gathering at Reflections Books & Wellness in Burnaby on June 18th https://www.eventbrite.com/e/the-grief-garden-tickets-1990825742387?aff=ebdssbdestsearch This gathering is an opportunity to come together in community and experience the power of being witnessed, supported, and held. For those who are unable to join us in person, we will also be offering bi-weekly online circles, creating an ongoing space for connection, healing, reflection, and support. Whether your grief is fresh or decades old, whether it stems from death, divorce, infertility, friendship loss, health challenges, life transitions, or dreams that never came to fruition, you are welcome here.

    If there is one thing grief has taught me, it is this: we are not meant to walk through life’s hardest moments alone. Healing happens in connection. Healing happens in community. Healing happens when we feel safe enough to share our stories and discover that someone else understands. My hope is that The Grief Garden becomes a place where people remember that they are not broken, that their grief is not something to fix, and that there is no timeline they need to follow. Grief is simply love looking for somewhere to go.

    If you are carrying loss of any kind, I want you to know that you are not alone. There is support available. There are people willing to walk beside you. There is space for your story, your tears, your questions, and your healing. And even after profound loss, even after heartbreak, even after life changes in ways we never expected, something beautiful can still grow.

    With love,

    Nancy

  27. What do you do to keep your mind off the thing that is killing you slowly? #loss and #pain suck. #breakups suck. But we move on. right?

  28. Haylie Duff Has Called Off Her 12-Year Engagement

    Photo: Alberto E. Rodriguez/Getty Images Haylie Duff and her fiancé of 12 years, Matthew Rosenberg, have broken up,…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Entertainment #breakups #celebrity #celebritybreakups #celebrityengagements #Culture #engagements
    newsbeep.com/us/598276/

  29. Did you know breakups later in life can improve well-being? 🤔

    A study from the University of Cologne shows that in stressful relationships or with mental health issues, many feel relieved after a breakup.

    👉 more info: bit.ly/4sg0N04

    #UniversityOfCologne #Research #MentalHealth #Breakups

  30. PsyPost: Social media surveillance of ex-partners linked to worse breakup recovery. “A new series of studies published in Computers in Human Behavior has found that keeping tabs on a former romantic partner through social media hinders emotional recovery.”

    https://rbfirehose.com/2025/12/23/psypost-social-media-surveillance-of-ex-partners-linked-to-worse-breakup-recovery/
  31. Ĝi estas #FortnightFridayMusic

    gastiganto: @MarkIngs @bborn
    subjekto: #breakups #disiĝo
    kanto: Lasta kanto por eta Tingelingo
    per: La Perdita Generacio
    ligilo: youtu.be/g3_8guctzGU

    por la anglaj parolantoj: a sweet song about the surprise of finding joy through the pain of a breakup

    🎶 Ĉu vi scias ke mi prenis vian nomon?
    Ĉu vi scias ke la lingvon lernis mi?
    Eble ŝajnas kiel mi perdis aŭtonomon
    sed tiuokaze mi ne skribus tiel ĉi 🎶

    #esperanto #muziko

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