I lost my friend

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Hey there!

It's kinda rude to just show after disappearing unannounced.

I missed this space, I hope we can move on.

Many things have happened and I've decided to talk about one of them.

I lost my friend.

It was such an excruciating experience to let go of someone who has been there for you, seen you in many phases, moods and seasons.

It's sad to say the least.

Just in case you're wondering she didn't die, it was I who let her go.

You see, life comes to us sometimes with a plate larger than we can consume, offering that there must be no left overs.

We all go through gloomy days and because life is moving so fast, we just tend to move on and not heal.

Healing is such an integral part of life that we soon forget that there are no replacements to this process.

When you refuse to heal, you shove back emotions, thoughts and patterns that are only waiting to be relieved.

Moving on is not healing.

Until these patterns repeat themselves, we don't see that we're not properly healed.

You see, I have never understood the concept of being lied to. I've always believed that you only lie to people whom you have found undeserving of the truth.

So, lying to me has always put me in that position. It's why being lied to by someone who you are not in anyway close to can be brushed off,

But when someone you're close to lies to you they make a mockery of the relationship.

I was lied to and I saw all of it through my lenses. No questions, only defensiveness and it only made me short sighted.

Why?

Every single time I was lied to and it hurt, I had joined either the #WeMove or #Mo ya look away community.

I had opted to move on and then use the moving on starter pack; the famous carefree attitude alongside it's sibling "it's not really a big deal".

When you don't heal, it comes back to taunt the sanity of life you have made peace with.

It seems okay but eventually it get sour.



So while healing can hurt, ruining the progress you have made because you didn't heal will hurt more.

In retrospect, I should have done better. I should have accepted that I was wrong and that it wasn't okay. I should have dealt with it completely before just saying it really didn't count.

I should have known that I was only saving the hurt.

We can all do better.

So, please, don't look at your healing process as just for you, sometimes it's a gift to the world, a gift to all those who hold you dear.

For me, for us all, please heal.


Love, light and hot puff puff,

TLM


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Comments

  1. QetsiyahNovember 6, 2020 at 12:57 PM

    💜💜💜

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  2. Ayomide FemiMarch 26, 2022 at 10:30 AM

    Beautiful piece!👏

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  3. OBIRENJEIYIApril 9, 2022 at 2:37 AM

    This happened to me last year. It has not been easy moving on or healing from losing a 24-year-old friendship, however, I think it's best for both parties. #we moveee😊😀

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