We had dated for about a yeah and a half. He ended it on text and refused to have a discussion after a petty argument. Things haven't been going well for the both of us, especially in the past couple of months. And the relationship wasn't doing us any good either. This is my point of view. The final phone call after the text thing was nothing but his fuming reaction paired with holding me liable and my emotional breakdown with constant apologising. I thought it was a little harsh. I was in a depressive state a couple of weeks prior to leading to the breakup. I sure the hell wasn't ready to take it. The initial blow felt like a death sentence. However, after five days past that I find myself breathing yet again. My heart is barely being able to hold its form and could rip apart any moment. Even so, my life's beginning to improve in a strange way. I have begun going to weekly therapy sessions and started journalling. This blow had the capacity to drag my living soul out of the depths of bed rotting and depression which had lasted me a couple of weeks prior to the breakup and brought me standing up on my feet again.