“I have been an absent friend. I don’t write, I don’t call. Piled up unreturned messages and piled up excuses.
Sometimes it gets away from me.
Each invite is an emotional negotiation.
I can love unequally. Sporadically, even. Seasons come and go and sometimes I don’t check-in at all. Not even on myself.
I turn inward and beg you to move onward. Sometimes even I am surprised.
I can love hard and casual and all at once, and then sometimes, never again. I know this can be painful. Even when I’m choosing it, I feel the pain too.
Our exchanges and interactions might come in periodic transactions of excessive silence, but I still care so much.
I hear little voices of self-deprecation speak louder than voices of reason. It’s partly how I am wired. It makes it easier to freeze up than to reach out.
I want you all to know I am sorry.
I am acknowledging it, not justifying it.
I hope this is a good place to start.
For me, it has to be.
Because for a long time, I struggled with how to heal myself. But as I grow, I am learning.
Discovering unlearning neglect and abuse requires unlearning tactics I used to survive trauma.
I am still learning I am deserving of love.
I am still unbecoming my armor.
So, sometimes you get the girl I want to be, and other times, you get the girl I became just trying to survive.
And even though you see me smiling, I am still just survivin’ in my head.
Sometimes I’m too depressed to leave the house, others I am too high functioning to admit I am depressed.
Most times, it’s not about you at all.
Sometimes my self-preservation hurts the people who want to love me. I hope you know I am sorry I have been an absent friend.
True friendship lives in a place where neither self-doubt nor distance can void the bond between a pair. I believe that.
So I hope you can give me the time.
And save space for me in a time of change.
Because when it comes to friendship, the truth is sometimes it gets away from me…
while I desperately try to get back to myself.”
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