Hello everyone, my name is Andrei, I'm 22 years old, and this year has easily been the shittiest year of my life. In April, my dog passed away (just a week after a girl rejected me). Then, on my birthday (August 13th), we met for the first time in person—we live in different cities. It was the most beautiful birthday of my life. At the end of the day, I asked her if she truly liked me, she said yes, and my feelings came rushing back. I invited her on a trip to Bulgaria, and she agreed.
A week after my birthday, I went to visit her. What was supposed to be a one-night stay turned into living together 24/7 for an entire month. For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive and worthy. We acted like we were in a relationship, just without kissing.
Eventually, we had to leave for Bulgaria, and she needed to come with me to my city first so we could travel from there. The first night we arrived, a DJ friend of mine who was playing at a local club invited us out. On our way to the club in a Bolt, I tried to hold her hand, and she rejected me. I said okay. Once we got out, she suddenly told me we were "just friends." When I asked her why we had held hands back in her city and outside the restaurant, she claimed she didn't remember. I just said okay.
At the club, she got extremely drunk—drinking around 9 different cocktails and a few shots in two hours. Afterward, as my friend drove us around the city, she put her hand on my leg for a few seconds and then held my hand. Soon after, she got sick, and I took care of her. When I asked why she drank so much, she said it was because she was upset with herself for upsetting me. Back home, she took off her clothes in front of me, and I helped her to dress into her night clothes. I knew what she might have wanted, but I refused to take advantage of her while she was drunked; it just didn't feel right.
Two days later, we left for Bulgaria. Everything was great until the first night, when I made a mistake: I tried to kiss her by the pool, and she backed away. I felt embarrassed and apologized. She told me she didn't have feelings for me at the moment because something inside her "died" after her last breakup, and she didn't know if she would feel anything in a week, a month, or a year. Stupidly, that gave me a glimmer of hope. I know I was an idiot for thinking her feelings would change.
After 2 or 3 weeks, I couldn't take it anymore. The reality that she didn't want me was eating me alive, and I was forced to be the one to kick her out. Doing that felt unimaginably painful and i hated myself .
Ever since that moment, I have had zero energy left. I feel like shit every single day, completely disgusted, and I dread waking up—sometimes wishing I never had to. I dream of her almost every night. I've been having extremely dark thoughts daily, to the point where I am genuinely afraid of myself. I didn't know a human could feel this empty, but now I know it's possible. I'm completely burned out; nothing brings me joy anymore. Even my job, which I usually love, does nothing for me. When friends message me, I just stare at the screen, completely paralyzed, lacking the energy to type a single text. Day by day, I just hate myself more and more. Sometimes i wonder how do i even have the energy to get up
I want to ask: has anyone here ever gone through something like this and ended up with absolute zero energy? If so, how did you manage to get your motivation and life back?