š Grieving Friendships While Holding Yourself Together
It has taken me over a week to process... Thereās a kind of pain we donāt talk about enough ā the pain of needing someone and realizing theyāre not there. The pain of struggling mentally, and emotionallyā¦and discovering that the people you once called āfriendā donāt even think to check in. It isnāt loud. It isnāt dramatic. Itās quiet, sharp, and deeply personal. It sits in your chest like a weight you canāt put down. This Thanksgiving was one of the hardest days Iāve had in a long time. I planned a gathering ā food cooked, car packed, heart open ā ready to spend the holiday with someone I thought cared. But everything fell apart. The friend I was waiting for seemed uninterested, distracted, or simply unwilling to show up. Her suggestion that I should just eat at home felt like a gentle dismissal, a soft way of stepping back without saying the words. But I felt it. Every piece of it. I sat there in the kitchen, food getting cold, kids waiting, heart breaking⦠realizing that yet again, I was trying to hold everything together for everyone. I cried. I got angry. I felt that familiar ache of being disappointed by someone I trusted. And after all that, I told my kids, āTake the food out of the car.ā We ate at home ā the very thing I planned so hard to avoid because I knew what would come next: everyone leaving right after they ate. And thatās exactly what happened. What hurt even more wasnāt just Thanksgiving falling apart ā it was the silence afterward. A week passed. No call. No text. No āAre you okay?ā Nothing. And that silence was louder than any argument, louder than any goodbye. It told me everything I didnāt want to admit: I am not a priority in her life. Maybe I never was. And thatās the part people donāt talk about ā grieving the living. Losing a friend whoās still here can hurt even more than losing someone who has passed. Because with living people, you feel the sting of rejection. You feel the questions: Was I not enough? Did I do something wrong? Did they outgrow me? Were they ever really my friends? You replay everything, trying to understand why the loyalty, love, and support you gave werenāt returned.