A long time ago my best friend stopped talking to me. It hurt, even more so because I was secretly in love with her. She said that my sadness was not a good thing in her life and that she had to distance herself from my negativity.
For so many years I let that event judge my future interactions with other people. I convinced myself that I had to be happy and that revealing the true nature of my depression was going to drive people away.
Then one day someone said, if she was a real friend a true friend she would have stuck around and helped me. Instead of thinking about herself and just about her mental health, she would have understood that we could have helped eachother.
To this day I don’t know what to think. She abandoned me and by doing that made me feel insecure about every relationship I’ve ever had. So now when I feel sad I bottle things up, I cry alone in the dark, when I have money I go see a therapist or sometimes I just drink and do drugs to numb it down.
Sometimes I practice the same speech I’ve had in my head for years. Telling her off for being so selfish, professing my love to her, and making her feel guilty for the damage she inflicted. But I don’t think she ever thinks of me. So why bother?