Between panic attacks, hiding in my apartment, obsessively reading the news, and working, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the people in my life.
There have been a few great heart-wrenching conversations over the past few weeks.
I visited North Carolina to spend time with my best friend of 18 years.
One of my closest friends visited me in Seattle this past week, and even though we’ve only been friends for 3 years, I consider her family.
Another one of my best friends is someone who’s only been in my life for a little over a year.
18 years. 3 years. 1 year.
I’ve been a friend of convenience to many people in my life. The person they needed to boost themselves up before moving on to the next chapter. I’m fairly certain I’ve done that to others throughout life as well.
It’s just how we operate. Sometimes on purpose. Most of the time, subconsciously as we try to navigate this emotional maze of life.
I’ve let a lot of people down. And in some instances, I’m still making amends. I mean, I really am a bad friend.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned about people is that we’re all fighting our demons, and we all make assumptions.
I certainly do.
A lot of tears have been shed over the past couple of weeks as I’ve finally broken down and said “I know I disappointed you. I know we’ve drifted, but this is a friendship I want to fight for. How can I make amends?”
It’s hard to quiet the noise in my head yelling at me about being unworthy, telling me that every single person in my life will leave eventually. It’s hard to think over the screams of doubt, to find the strength to sit down and write the words.
It’s hard, but it’s worth it.
Because people will come and go during my life. I firmly believe there are seasons of friendships, but when the dust settles, who do I want by my side?
Those are the connections I’m fighting for. Those are the connections I want to mend. Those are the threads that I’m holding on to for dear life.
I want those 18 years of memories to turn into 36. I want every moment I spend with my friends to count, even if all we’re doing is sitting on the couch and watching Will & Grace.
So, I’m fighting.
I’ll keep fighting but there are days when battles are lost, or cancelled because I can’t find the strength after fighting my own demons.
There are days I won’t make sense. Days I’ll be extra needy. Hours of crying. Moments of doubt where I’ll ask “No, but seriously, why are you friends with me?”
And sometimes, there will be those times when I am so worn out, so defeated, so scared, that I’ll get on the defensive.
The walls will come up and I’ll push the world away.
Real talk: That’s where I am now. I can feel the defenses going up. I can hear the walls being built. I can feel my fragile heart retreating to recover.
I honestly don’t know what it will take for me to feel secure again. I’ll keep fighting those battles when it’s necessary but right now?
Well, you’ll have to bring those battles to me.