Lost and Found: My Journey from Heartbreak to Healing

I don’t know if I’ve ever shared this, but after my breakup, I hit the lowest point in my life. I was completely lost and drowning in my emotions. I started drinking heavily, trying to escape the pain. One night, after having too much on ECR, I blacked out. The next thing I remember was waking up in Port Blair, confused and disoriented. 

I couldn’t figure out how I got there. Later, I realized that in my drunken state, I had booked flight tickets, reserved a hotel, made my way to the airport, boarded a plane, and flown for three hours—all of it a complete blank. I vaguely recall arriving in Port Blair, stumbling around aimlessly, before losing consciousness again and waking up in a hotel room. 

I stayed there for a month, roaming the islands aimlessly. I drank more, met new people who unexpectedly became friends, and wandered without purpose. It was a chaotic and emotional time—full of grief, anger, and confusion. Yet, somewhere in that month, something changed. It wasn’t an instant solution, but slowly, I began to heal. I started to come to terms with what had happened and found the courage to move on, step by step.