When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Where does one find friends who love you unconditionally, care about your feelings, don’t want to compete with you and put you down, take good pictures of you, and live in your area so you can actually hang out? Because I’m starting to believe they don’t actually exist
where do I put down the things I know/ your favourite wine/ how your parents’ marriage used to be a mess/ maybe it still is/ maybe that’s where you learnt/ the wrong way to love/ how do I put down these things/ that serve no purpose/ but to not let me forget
I just realized that no matter how hard you’ve been trying to keep a relationship or even friendship because you thought you could never live without them, it really is not worth it when this person caused you so much pain and the relationship was mostly one-sided and toxic. It’s very important to remind yourself that although you spent a lot of time with them, also had good memories and laughed a lot together, if there’s no or maybe bad communication, lack of trust and no understanding, then it is in fact NOT worth fighting for, believe me. So please love yourself and don’t feel guilty for leaving. You’re not being egoistic, it’s called self-love and your mental health matters