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Body Dysmorphia: A Weight On My Mind


I’ve not discussed my weight loss journey here for some considerable time. This is not by accident – I simply have no progress to report!

If anything, since I plateaued in June 2018, I have regressed, though there are some damn good reasons for that: I suffered a bereavement during that winter, it was a poor time of year to consider diet and exercise but ultimately I wasn’t in the right mental headspace.

Plateauing dented my confidence to continue to stick to the plan, and dealing with serious illness and bereavement in my immediate family over the cold, harsh winter months did mean I ended up spending very little time looking after myself as I attended to duties I felt the need to.

This gives me no pleasure to write as I feel, even with that context in mind, that I am excuse-making. It’s now been a long time and I can’t deny over 2019 my weight has not been a factor that has crossed my mind. I’ve regained the weight I managed to lose in 2018, which is a great shame.

My current diet is largely unplanned, and far from healthy; I’d say my junk food itch these days makes me happy but that’s a complicated factor I’ll approach later; but it is simple and relatively cheap to maintain.

It’s easy and trite at this time of year to make a pledge to “shape up after Christmas” – why not now? Again I have reasons – they feel like tepid excuses – a new job, and new routine – a big step for me, a lot to learn which occupies some of my mental headspace as it’s change which I find scary.

And even a simple factor such as the inclement weather of a British winter doesn’t inspire me – I feel very strongly that being in the right, positive mental game for fitness or weight loss is largely the key. Starting on a new regime and making it stick means making that initial outlay of effort to start at the right time, both mentally and seasonally.

Why seasonally? Humans are creatures of comfort and I’m no exception to this – starting a new routine, especially one that involves physicality, is hard enough to will yourself into without  having to wrap up in six layers because the biting winter wind is chopping your legs off – it doesn’t inspire sticking power. Us creatures of comfort will, instead of making that express effort to carry on with a new regime we may not be familiar with or comfortable with, make excuses to stay indoors where its comfortable.

Again this comes back to headspace and being in the right mindset – procrastination (and a lack of accountability) is borne out of that uncertainty in oneself.

But none of this is really what I’m wanting to discuss – this is just setting the scene if you will, because I want to talk about why I am unhappy with my body, all the previous things considered, and more importantly how  I’m feeling about the very near future when I want to action a plan to conquer my own… lack of faith in myself.

This is something I’ve thought about a lot over the last year, or certainly for the majority of 2019. I’m not happy with my body, and my weight loss journey at least gives me some important tools to understand perhaps the context why (and a possible way out) but it doesn’t change the here and now: I very likely an experiencing Body Dysmorphic Disorder – I know why and I know perhaps some pathways out but it doesn’t change the here and now that I am quite unhappy with my body.

532581This is quite difficult, I’ve found, to talk about without feeling that I, myself, am being vain or self-centred. Just saying you feel fat seems like you’re wallowing a little in self-pity, wanting attention for it. But I do feel I’ve had a number of occasions this year when it’s had an appreciable impact, both in some acute cases and a general overall detraction: I want to go into both.

For the acute case it’s easier to tell the story: I went to visit a good friend who has in his back garden a hot-tub; however I can’t deny I wasn’t anxious about having to get in it, especially when it involves undressing in a somewhat public (or at least, very much less private) setting. I was aware that I was being extremely harsh on myself – my friend wouldn’t have judged me on my appearance – but it did bring up some anxiety, just waiting for it to be mentioned. It wouldn’t have been an enjoyable experience throughout the background – yes I could’ve masked my anxiety to the whole scenario, I expect, but it would’ve been an undercurrent throughout. That’s not fun.

On researching BDD for this post, the NHS definition  of the condition states:

Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD), or body dysmorphia, is a mental health condition where a person spends a lot of time worrying about flaws in their appearance. These flaws are often unnoticeable to others.

I feel that my thoughts and feelings about my appearance qualify. In a way I do “notice” other people’s sizes and I do end up wondering how “thin” people manage to ever stay that way, which is a harmful way of comparison.

My weight is a big part of my potential for experiencing body dysmorphic disorder but the definition is wider-ranging and I find myself noticing not only other people’s “sizes” but also their hair; for I am gradually losing mine (hopefully not completely) and I’m aware of it, and a few careless comments from former co-workers haven’t helped me there – again this all boils back down to confidence and my lack of it with regard to my body as a whole.

With the hot-tub incident above, I feel this qualifies. I was extremely anxious about the perception of my appearance – yes I am back to an overweight state but that doesn’t make it “noticeable”, to counter the last part in that definition.

As a society we’re seeking to reduce the burden of so-called “fat-shaming” – a phrase I’d never before thought I’d be using, being someone who rejects a lot of the “snowflake” culture that’s loaded behind that term.

Sometimes shame isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though perhaps a less biting term should be used: I am not using my shame to try to will myself into doing better once again, I am using my regret at letting myself down because I’m aware of the long-term health effects if I do nothing – my confidence and my anxiety are important, yes; but I have to consider the risk I am putting myself at serious illness later down the line borne out of my weight.

Cancer Research UK’s 2019 publicity campaign which attracted national attention (I thought it effective)

There’s too much scientific proof to say that being overweight leads to legitimate health concerns that can be mitigated by, yes, addressing weight problems. It’s a fact of life. While I think that “fat-shaming” is regretful – I don’t necessarily see being personal and rude as being effective motivators to get people to address their self-confidence through their weight, but I am using my displeasure or lack of confidence to try to find that will to make the first, hard steps.

Sometimes a shock is all one needs to make effective and lasting lifestyle changes – I wouldn’t say nagging helps me, but I would say that being accountable does.

Like most people, I shower at least once a day, sometimes multiple times because it’s nice and, on a writing-related tangent, it’s oddly a place from where I get inspired. On a private level, all I need to do is glance in my bathroom mirror before and be dismayed by what I see. That dismay does cut deep, but in a way it does steel me a little, with my previous experience that I must do better.

But my body dysmorphia does manifest itself throughout my normal life: it changes how I choose to dress and perceive myself; for work (my old job) I used to have to wear fairly unflattering nylon polo shirts that would be completely unflattering to one’s spare tyre around the stomach; I wear festive jumpers not because I’m particularly festive but because they can be quite baggy and conceal what I know is there – a symbol of my inner shame.

D5Q3W-WXkAEARJuI’m extremely wary of photographs now, though that is just an extension of a general feeling of being unphotogenic. But currently I do have to be careful; if you observe this photo from April, I feel my noticeable overweight frame slightly mars a great experience of the day, and a lovely photo with a good friend (it was nice to meet Sam for the first time in real life!).

Again, going back to the definition of BDD, it may simply be just me that picks up that flaw or imperfection, but being aware of it, it makes me wary and careful with photos, which can degrade some of the spontaneity.

What does this lead to? Unhappiness, and entry into a vicious cycle of “eating my feelings” – I feel good because I eat, say, a big old carvery dinner but then I feel the guilt not just because of what I’ve done but, being totally frank, the bloat and feeling of fullness that, once the satisfaction of a good, tasty meal subsides, just leaves me feeling thoroughly crap.

It might seem dramatic to define my body as something I am ashamed of but to not do so even to a slight degree would be deluding myself a bit. The feeling I get when I look at where I am – especially compared to where I was in 2018 – the photo I’ve used from a summer photoshoot is one I’m extremely proud of. I’ve never looked that good (it was a fun day out) and, in a way, I don’t want to think I won’t “look that good” again; I just have a latent desire to put that effort in again.

But a surprise to me in the research and conversations that led to me writing this post is that body dysmorphia is not simply the domain of the overweight or obese; indeed careful reading of the NHS’s definition does not mention it being solely linked to being overweight, though that is by and far the “default” assumption. I was most surprised to hear that my friend Chris Kenny has suffered a similar crisis of sorts, but from the opposite end of the spectrum to me. I’ve followed his Instagram for a while and he should be really proud of his fitness progress but I was surprised to hear that he seemed to have a similar lack of self-confidence in what his body looked like.

We strive for perfection, always spotting flaws that need to be adjusted. Some rounder delts, thicker traps etc. To your question, in the past I was aware of my skinny frame and indeed made aware of it by work colleagues (“work place banter”) and it hurt.

Read Chris’ responses in full on this page.

Of course I approach my understanding of Body Dysmorphia from the conventional “overweight” perspective but it’s an important distinction to make that this isn’t solely a condition based on one’s weight; though a big part of it, BDD is more about one’s lack of confidence in their appearance and the harmful cycle that this leads to.

The NHS page on the condition lists Cognitive Behavioural Therapy as a potential treatment for Body Dysmorphia and I’d wholeheartedly agree – my own experience with CBT in relation to depression – these conditions can and do overlap, body dysmorphia can be a powerful feed into depression – would back up that it gives great tools to deal with the negative thoughts and emotions. It’s worth checking out.

However I approach my own conclusions slightly differently, and it goes back to my earlier statements about stalling on my weight loss journey. I know that my lack of body confidence stems from my weight, and it’s something that will clearly be a long-term issue for me to deal with, especially as I age and my metabolism slows. I need to accept and be at ease with that fact – and my previous weight loss success means that, like with cognitive behavioural therapy, I am now equipped with the tools to better understand what goes on under the hood.

The struggle exists now as I feel I have regressed a lot – though perhaps regression is the incorrect choice of word for what’s happened because contextually based on my personal circumstances I have a lot of reasons why I’ve lost my way.

But I have a burning desire to regain that progress in 2020. It’s surprising because I’m using my shame and displeasure in my own body to drive myself to make positive changes – the best way of breaking the vicious cycle is to use that momentum to divert. I think I can use my knowledge of what I can achieve, given gumption and determination to do that again and smash past the barriers I saw before.

It’s also a good time of year to reflect. I want to spend the rest of the year really considering how I’m going to effect some decent change in my life, and I want to give myself some time to let those ideas percolate.

Rushing into things usually ends with just a flash in the pan – I want to effect a decent, lasting change and that starts by adapting a new way of thinking. I mentioned a lack of accountability before and one way I’ll aim to address that is to write about my progress – positive and negative – more regularly, as this is only the start, I feel, and there may be more to say as time goes on. Stay tuned, and I hope it helps!


Ghosting: Further thoughts and updates

A couple of months ago I posted an important (personally, at least) article where I discussed discovering that I had been ghosted by a close friend and the profound impact that it had had on my mental wellbeing. The reaction to that post was really and surprisingly positive and I’m still feeling so empowered that I was able to call out my ghoster and I could feel… not a sense of closure, but at least at peace in some way toward being ghosted.

Last week I was surprised to see this video by a friend of mine, Andy, which was inspired by my original blogpost, and I thought it gave a good opportunity to touch base on what I’ve discovered and how I feel since that last post, and to touch on some of the points Andy made in his video.

Again, I was genuinely touched that my post inspired Andy’s video, which I feel was greatly positive and captured the core points really well. I think there is a lot of confusion and misunderstanding of ghosting as a nascent phenomenon that has been made all the easier to do, and easier to notice you’ve been the victim of, through social media. The internet really does make disconnecting from someone as easy as clicking a button, but I feel that it also allows people to avoid a social responsibility or callback that would perhaps exist if they saw the person every day, or lived nearby.


And for me, especially, seeing a wall erected between me and someone I had a pretty deep and meaningful friendship with appear overnight was probably the most shattering part of it. When it comes out of nowhere, and with no explanation, it hurts the most; for me, relating to my own story of ghosting, I thought things were on the positive with this person and still, 18 months later, they refuse to answer any questions about it. How is that acceptable? Well, it isn’t; and I’m ok with that.

Andy, in his video, reflects on his own experience which I saw the parallels of in my story – he had a friend, a best friend in fact, who would go out of their way to not ghost them, but made moves that gave mixed messages. Not sharing a new contact number, or email address, and not explaining why. I feel that’s insidious – as much as we all hate confrontation, when it comes to interpersonal relationships, especially friendships, I just feel to lead someone up the garden path when they are unaware of the twisted rationale behind it is quite discourteous. If you’ve made the choice to end a friendship then I feel it’s at the very least disrespectful to not be open and honest about that.

When you communicate through a screen, you can say whatever you want to someone, or completely ignore them, without having to physically face the consequences of seeing their heart break, or hearing their voice whimper when you tell them it’s over.

People aren’t disposable, and being ghosted made me feel like I was, and I feel that was one of the worst feelings it was possible to experience, especially when I was mentally fragile to begin with. For me, it led to a lot of resentment and, worse, it led me to question myself in the worst possible ways. What did I do wrong? What’s going on? Which leads to well, bad people get treated like this, so I must be a bad person. The self-doubt that it instils bred depression and low self-esteem, a rut that I’ve only just felt strong enough to come out of. You can’t help but, in the face of no facts to the contrary, blame yourself and that quickly leads to dark places. I’m only glad that I can say I triumphed over those dark feelings and I can look back and recognise that – I’ve never felt as mentally strong as I do now, but I’m not going to deny that the journey was painful and tortuous, both for myself and the friends that were there to support me.


With ghosting, it’s easy, as Andy said in his video, to try to deflect some of the responsibility back to the person who was ghosted, but this isn’t helpful, and it just makes the damage the ghosting has done worse. I had it with my own post, where an associate of my ghoster decided to anonymously comment, trying to do that very same thing, to try to justify their friend’s actions.  They were simply missing the point.


If you’re feeling like you’ve drifted apart from a friend (which is normal and fine, these things happen), or they’re doing things that they’re subconsciously unaware are irritating, or you can no longer countenance their different (but totally valid) opinions because somehow you want a pure echo chamber on your Facebook, and are emotionally immature to the point where you can’t handle that difference, the least you can do is give them the courtesy of telling them, especially for a long-term relationship or friendship. Courtesy costs nothing, and failing that basic social premise will invalidate any beef you had. You don’t just up sticks and disappear, as that just isn’t justifiable, whatever you may think. As before, it’s emotional and psychological bullying, plain and simple.

Psychologically, we’re abandoning someone, betraying their trust, and leaving them completely in the dark as to what happened and why we left.

When we’ve been ghosted, before the anger sets in, we turn inwards and blame ourselves.

Did I do something wrong? Am I too clingy? … Is my radar broken? Am I unlovable? There’s so much mental anguish that goes into over-analyzing what happened. It’s soul-crushingly painful.

Ghosting impacts our self-esteem and self-worth. It can lead to depression, which affects our sleep, appetite, concentration at work, and desire to be around friends. It can also cause anxiety in which we obsess and ruminate about what happened, feel on edge, and are filled with worry and insecurity.

Whereas I’ve accepted the criticism, the friend that ghosted me hasn’t. That’s really sad. They chose to shift the emotional responsibility, and that’s just wrong. It’s indefensible, it’s immature and it’s just cruel, ultimately – I found it very difficult to deal with, and it’s insidious. Like Andy, who had a best friend who seemingly didn’t know how to do the decent thing and end the friendship, not with a blazing row, but with a calm discussion, respectful and civil; unlike Andy, I suppose my ghoster skipped straight to the “erasing from existence” phase; whether that was more or less “cruel” is entirely another question. With either case, there’s no answers, no closure, no tying up of matters. And with long-term friendships, especially deep and meaningful ones, I think ghosting is even less acceptable than it is for, example, after a relationship or when dating – it’s that sudden, unilateral severing of an emotional relationship that causes that pain.


But what do I aim to achieve with these posts? Partly they’re an open letter – yes, if my ghoster dropped me a message tomorrow, I’d listen. To be honest, I’d probably forgive, but listening is the start. I’d have that conversation. I don’t want to shout at them, or vent; I’d rather I helped them understand that their conscious choice of actions, to “duck the issue”, did more harm than good. Yes I have been angry, I do feel they’ve been “immature” and “cowardly”, but those are just words, and I don’t think, especially in my case, words should be held against me, especially out of context. I do think they’re scared because they know they let me down, but they never gave me the chance to explain how I felt and to make reparations. It’d be a hard conversation, sure,  but it would also be cathartic and, I feel, a good opportunity to part on less ignoble and ugly terms, especially context taken into account.

I don’t see the point in grudges; fair to say I have been angry, I have been resentful but I don’t have any energy left for that. I’m honest about my flaws and I’m open – I just want them to understand about the harm they have caused me, not to make them feel guilty, but to hopefully enrich their own life so that they don’t, inadvertently or not, do this again. As no-one deserves to be ghosted. Some deal with it better than others, but I am proud to say I am a survivor and I still feel mightily empowered, and I hope that my advice continues to inspire people to realise that it doesn’t have to negatively impact them.

Ghosting, like I said before, says more about the ghoster than those being ghosted. Courtesy costs nothing, and the rise of ghosting as an apparent “acceptable” way of ending interpersonal relationships in the digital age… it’s a side of the times that I’m not keen on. But talking about it, being open and realising, first and foremost, that if you’re being ghosted, it’s not your fault; and, if you’re ghosting, yes that’s a bad choice, and you shouldn’t, but you shouldn’t run from those whose emotional judgement you’re probably seeking to avoid. Accept that you are, which is the first step. The second? Message them, be optimistic, open and at least try to open a dialog? Because, ultimately, even after a month, a year or more, what do you have to lose? You may even be surprised!

But in either case, I don’t believe there’s an emotional chasm too wide to at least attempt to bridge. So then, even after this long a time, what do you have to lose?

Article Referenced

“What You’re Really Saying When You Ghost on Someone” – The Good Men Project


On Ghosting: Personal Thoughts On Social Rejection and Psychological Abuse

Update: if you’re coming in from Andy’s video; thank you! I’m genuinely touched that he felt my post was insightful enough to help! Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you want! :-) (25/05/2017)

I realise it’s been a while since I spoke about my mental health, thus I am grabbing the chance now because I feel I have something to add. I recently became aware of a social behaviour known as “ghosting” due to some fairly prescient controversy that I happened to chance upon. Considering the discussion online was about a controversial entertainment figure wrongly complaining about being “ghosted” I decided to read the article and do some research.
Fair to say, these were a handful of articles that I would say without hyperbole have changed my outlook.

Ghosting refers to the act of breaking off a relationship (often used in the context of intimate relationships) by ceasing all communication and contact with the former partner without any apparent warning or justification, as well as avoiding and/or ignoring and refusing to respond in any way to the former partner’s attempts to reach out or communicate.

Another prescient and apt definition:

Being “ghosted” is one of the toughest ways to be dumped. What do we mean by the term? It’s when someone you’ve been seeing suddenly ceases all contact with you. They defriend you on Facebook, stop following you on Twitter and avoid responding to calls, texts and emails. They just disappear; fade out of your life mysteriously…

Just reading the brief description of “ghosting” in the articles I’d read and the initial research was enough for me to begin to identify with it. Looking back at what’s personally happened to me I would absolutely say that I have been the victim of “ghosting”, though perhaps not in the romantic/dating mindset the articles I’ve read seem to be aiming toward, though I’d follow that up in saying that my situation would certainly be almost akin to that, and why shouldn’t especially-close friendships not qualify. But regardless of the semantics, I can say with clarity that a very close friend has decided to “ghost” me, and I can say with equal clarity that the experience has resulted in a significant amount of emotional and psychological damage that I am only really and truly starting to gain a semblance of recovery from.

Ghosting has been considered as being a type of behaviour that can be especially traumatic for those on the receiving end, due to the psychological effects of ostracism and rejection and those with low self-esteem can be especially vulnerable to negative emotional and psychological consequences as a result of it. 

Absolutely. I would say that the feeling of rejection, abandonment, that I am somehow “disposable” are the key things that in early 2016 finally pushed me over the edge and into depression. I felt isolated, rejected, abandoned, thrown away, and those things led to me feeling worthless, useless and in a sort-of permanent state where my self-esteem would be so fragile, and would require so much effort to maintain, late at night or when alone, it would crumble to nothing. It has been the worst thing in my life so far to experience and I would certainly say it caused a seismic shift in my personal that I’m still… not struggling with, but coming to terms with.

What I found worst about “ghosting” is the feeling of being, in my mind’s eye, absolutely pathetic. I felt like I had some kind of emotional deficiency, or a complex – letting the actions of one who I had mistakenly trusted to an extent that losing them was a very destabilising experience. I felt on an emotional and personal level like a Jenga tower, and that a block at the very bottom had been unceremoniously wrenched out.

It led me to a dark place, and unhappy place and I still feel the pain. I felt pathetic and alone because I was letting “one person” do this to me. “Ghosting” is where the person who unilaterally cuts contact completely might as well expect to be treated as “effectively dead”, because by choice they’re acting like a dead person. With the loss of my dad and my aunt in 2015, I could almost come to terms with that because I knew they were, for lack of a less gentle term, “actually dead”. But the feeling with being “ghosted”, that this is all being intentionally done, is and was a truly awful feeling that destroyed my sense of self-worth and self-esteem. Clearly, thought I, this was an indictment on my character, and therefore my character deserved it. But it’s so needless, and so callous in its malevolence – and at odds to what I expected from this person with whom I shared an intense, close but, to me, rewarding friendship. My mind kept questioning why? and what actually happened but answers are still not forthcoming; if anything, they’re being actively withheld which to me is more cruel and abusive.


People who ghost are primarily focused on avoiding their own emotional discomfort and they aren’t thinking about how it makes the other person feel. The lack of social connections to people who are met online also means there are less social consequences to dropping out of someone’s life. 

In reading more about the sociological phenomenon of ghosting, I found myself reading more about why people would actively choose to engage in this kind of, frankly, shitty behaviour. Personally, in the early stages, where I was still reeling and wondering “why have you suddenly deleted me? What’s going on?” I tried to act civilly, like any difference or grievance could be resolved, or at least discussed, through communication. But that opportunity never arose – instead, I would be subject to some quite hurtful and I think callous emotional abuses – I was this, I was that… I never disputed these instances but I, for one, certainly thought it went both ways (this friend, who shall remain nameless, failed me in ways that I didn’t want to punish them over, but rather make them aware over). But nothing I could say, or rationalise, or emphasise, seemed to have any impact. I felt like I was talking to a brick wall, and therein began the frustration, the panic, the abject feeling of loss and horror… and it led to some certainly less-than-civil things borne of that frustration. Where civility failed, I guess I slipped into being the “monstrous person” they characterised me. I feel that was a weakness but I’m honest and open enough to be able to admit that, which is a strength I feel, even in the face of adversity, is so important to maintain.

Modern technology gives us ample chance to connect with someone but it’s also incredibly easy just to stop communicating.

Do I feel the Internet has made this easier? Absolutely. I believe in openness and hearing someone out. A fair hearing. Justice. Doing the right thing. The internet is a great tool for communication – indeed, there’s so many ways to communicate online it’s hard to keep up. But the way, for me, I was blocked on every imaginable way just felt like I was having a door slammed shut in my face. I wasn’t allowed a right to reply to any of the messages I got about what a “monster” I had apparently been. There was no chance to explain the context – I was ghosted by someone who certainly didn’t want to face their own emotional discomfort from how they had mistreated me. They didn’t give a damn about the increasing mental and psychological stress I was under – they were more worried about protecting themselves. Insulating themselves. Taking a bunker mentality. It became a vicious circle and it was self-defeating. I guess it being online, and not having to face me physically, just made it considerably easier to hide from any (but importantly: not all) of the responsibility of what had happened. If it gave the person who “ghosted” me some sense of finality and peace of mind, then that shows their shallowness, their emotional immaturity and their own weakness.

In many cases it’s the incompleteness of it. It can be frustrating when someone appears to finish with you out of the blue and then won’t talk about it. We want answers to achieve closure but can’t get any

I can absolutely relate to this on a deeply personal level – I’d frankly state that the crux of my quite destructive 9-month or so phase in which I have sunk into depression was brought about completely by the person who, in my eyes quite callously, decided to ghost me after four years of loyal and rewarding friendship, deciding to erect walls. They continuously and consistently spurned my efforts to understand the situation or even discuss it. They claimed it was “too much mental stress” for them without even giving thought to my own, demonstrably-real mental inability to cope with this course of action. Adding to what I identify now as emotional abuse, absolutely, was being told that I was “going to get some answers” but because I’d vented, say on Twitter, then I would be further “punished” for that. An ever-present sense that I am being consciously and continuously punished… if that isn’t an obscene example of emotional abuse, then what is?

The worst thing about being ghosted, personally, was the feeling of powerlessness. The friend who “ghosted” me totally controlled the narrative. I was an irredeemable monster. If anything, my friend is the irredeemable monster – they’ve shown their true colours: their callousness, their capriciousness, their immaturity, their cowardice. Their monstrousness (the Jekyll and Hyde from what I thought I knew to the cold, callous attitude I got after the ghosting began). This was someone I’d thought I knew well, and I blamed myself a lot for that. Now I’m more at peace with the idea that I made a mistake. I’ve made many, and I’ll honestly admit to them.

There seemed to be nothing I could do right in this situation, and that hurt me a lot, eroding my self-esteem and sense of self-worth.

No-one should be made to feel as low and as worthless as I did in some of the worse times. My only sense of regret is not discovering this phenomenon a lot earlier – since researching ghosting further, I feel a lot more empowered and I feel my strength is beginning to recover. I don’t feel alone, that my feeling of being cut off by someone I (mistakenly) put trust in is just a complex of my own mind’s skewed sense of priorities.  I feel able to grasp this narrative. I also feel a sense of… relief: I was right to call the person who ghosted me immature and a coward because their behaviour – their chosen and conscious behaviour that they have actively decided to engage in – demonstrably shows those characteristics.

And, after so long, fine. Be of low character, be persnickety, be vexatious, be a coward, who doesn’t give someone who invested a lot of energy in you the decency of telling them you were done, be selfish and thin-skinned enough to deflect any remote criticism of your own failings with saturation blocking, be a hypocrite who is lacking one iota of self-awareness, be cruel and emotionally abusive; and somehow able to sleep at night – but you know what you won’t be? You’re no longer important to me. You will no longer hurt me. You will no longer own me. You no longer control the narrative.

My advice to those who have just run against a brick wall and feel they’re being ghosted? Don’t let it consume you like I did. Worry more on the people in your life that actually care, and are there for you even in the difficult times. If, like me, you’re ghosted by a supposed “best friend”, the best thing you can do is not to beat yourself up. Be strong and forthright. Whatever the effort or the time, if someone can treat you that disposably, then return the favour and don’t waste time on them. They’re not worth it.

Remember this above all else:

The important thing to remember is that when someone ghosts you, it says nothing about you or your worthiness for love and everything about the person doing the ghosting. It shows he/she doesn’t have the courage to deal with the discomfort of their emotions or yours, and they either don’t understand the impact of their behavior or worse don’t care. In any case they have sent you an extremely loud message that says: I don’t have what it takes to have a mature healthy relationship with you. Be the better person, retain your dignity, and let him/her go peacefully.

Don’t allow someone else’s bad behavior to rob you of a better future by losing your vulnerability and shutting yourself off from another relationship. Keep your energy focused on doing what makes you happy. Know that if you are someone who treats people with respect and integrity then the ghoster simply wasn’t on your wavelength and someone better is coming your way, as long as you keep your heart open and your focus forward. 

Do I think the friend that ghosted me will read this? Perhaps. They’ll probably be angry, though anything I do is a means of provocation to them. And, for what it’s worth, the door’s open if they want to explain themselves and belatedly provide answers. But I’ve wasted too much time on one person who was clearly unworthy. They made the choice to do away with a fiercely loyal friend, and that speaks volumes about them. I do wish them luck in the future, and I hope their conscience doesn’t gnaw at their very existence. Although I’m not religious, I do believe karma can, indeed, be a bitch. And writing this has been… therapeutic.

At any rate, what’s the worst that can happen if my ghoster doesn’t like what I’ve said in this post? What’re they going to do about it, not talk to me some more?

Please feel free to read my followup post to this one!

Articles Referenced

Ghosting (Relationships) – Wikipedia (Accessed 20 March 2017)

“This is Why Ghosting Hurts So Much” – Psychology Today 

“Ghosting: What to do if you’ve been a victim” – The Independent 

“Ghosting: the creepy modern phenomenon ending friendships” – The New Daily