Change is hard for me. I have many theories as to why, but I will simply say that much of my childhood, if it could be called that, was marked by uncertainty and fear. I never knew which moments would offer me some sort of reprieve, and which moments would present scarcity and anxiety. And so, I brought my fears into every type of relationship that I have ever had, including friendships. I clung to my friends with an iron grip because I wanted them to love me, accept me, and make up for all that eluded me in my formative years. No matter how much I loved though, the seasons always changed. (get into this forever timely piece by
on the grief that accompanies friendships that end)friendships change
love changes
and so do we.