First, I Was a Total Mess
Okay, let’s be real—my breakup wrecked me. For weeks I did nothing but ugly-cry into ice cream tubs and stalk his Insta. Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, kept replaying every dumb fight. Felt like my brain was stuck on repeat.
The Awkward Experiment Begins
One night, I scrolled past Olivia Rodrigo’s “Vampire” on YouTube. Clicked it as a joke thinking, “Haha, screw you, ex.” But damn, screaming “bloodsucker, fame fucker!” while pacing my apartment actually… helped? Next day, I dug deeper:
- Phase 1: Blasted pure rage anthems (think Miley’s “Flowers”) during workouts. Punched the air like it owed me money.
- Phase 2: Switched to sad-girl hours with Adele’s “Someone Like You.” Cried hard in the shower. Felt lighter afterward.
- Phase 3: Graduated to Taylor Swift’s “Begin Again” while reorganizing my closet. Realized I hadn’t thought about his ugly sweater in 3 days.
The Turning Point Nobody Tells You About
Here’s the raw truth everyone avoids: listening to “our song” felt like swallowing knives at first. But I kept forcing myself through it. Put on “that” Ed Sheeran track while cleaning vomit-green walls he picked. Sobbed wiping paint off my elbows… then noticed the walls looked 100x better without his gross color choice. Symbolic much?
Why This Actually Works
Turns out, science backs this junk up—sorta. After 30 days of intentional song-sessions, here’s what clicked:
- Angry tracks tricked my body into sweating out frustration instead of bottling it
- Crying to sad bops released tension like a pressure valve
- Associating his memory with physical acts (painting, workouts) helped overwrite old triggers
It’s not magic. You gotta feel the cringe. Lean into the pain. Let Kelly Clarkson scream-serenade your healing process. Took 4 playlists, 12 sweat sessions, and approximately 37 meltdowns… but I finally stopped checking his last seen status. Progress.
