Amy Roullier is a British writer and author of Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart. Through her blog, she challenges the negative stereotypes surrounding being single, while candidly sharing her experiences with mental health, personal losses, and the complex, often misunderstood realities of adulthood.
Online dating is an untamed beast— wild, unpredictable, emotionally unavailable. The possibility of a real connection feels more distant than ever. People treat people like objects, disposable, rejectable, “not real” enough to deserve respect. Mistreatment is rife, an ecosystem that thrives on disregard, tearing at your mental health, chipping away at your self-worth. It promises no guarantee of love, And only guarantees a heap of problems you never wanted, and …
For six years I’ve lived alone. Now, I’m moving in with someone. And I’m finding it hard to let go of the life I’ve lived for so long as it teeters on the edge of becoming ours instead of just mine. I find myself reminiscing about all the things I’ve loved about living solo. The simple pleasures; being able to spread myself across the whole bed, dinner whenever/and whatever I …
Ah, the good old slow burner. Time and again I’ve sat eagerly awaiting a ping on my phone with that text, the one I’d hoped for, reassured that the person I’m dating is interested. It’s a tiny glimmer of hope, that a thing might lead somewhere. They’ll get there, eventually I reasoned with myself; if I just gave them more time, was patient and stayed the course, sooner or later, …
My definition of love used to be this: Love meant giving everything. Losing yourself completely and willingly. Love was sacrifice. If you die, we die together. Love was a fairy-tale where nothing else mattered as long as we kept the flame alive. Love meant compromise of self— letting go of all other connections, pouring everything into just one. Love was never calm, never stable. It was lightning, fire, and chaos. Unpredictable, volatile, burning so brightly …
