We are with friends. Yet we feel bad at the end of the conversation.
They care for us. Yet something doesn’t feel right.
We are there for them through thick and thin. Yet we don’t see them happy when we are.
Too often, we are surrounded by beautiful toxicity in the form of friends.
People who are there for us sometimes, yet make us feel bad every time.
People who are themselves, yet never respect us for who we are.
Who you are is priceless.
(Before you read this — these are my thoughts, Claude just helped me say them. One day I will not need that middleman. ?)
This one hit close. Really close.
Because I am still struggling to find that line.
Being mature and understanding — or letting someone walk over me?
Being naive — or just being there for them no matter what?
Being the bigger person — or just being the one who always adjusts?
Giving them the benefit of the doubt — or just making excuses for them again?
Choosing the friendship — or just being too scared to lose it?
Being patient — or just normalising being treated poorly?
Keeping the peace — or just swallowing how I actually feel?
Loving them for who they are — or just accepting less than I deserve?
Being loyal — or just being afraid of what letting go looks like?
Forgiving them — or just giving them permission to do it again?
Ugghhhh!!!!
I do not have the answer yet. Still figuring it out. But this blog made me feel a little less alone in that confusion.
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26 days of showing up for your words — All 15 questions still in your inbox, patiently waiting.