I knew I’d miss my family and friends when I moved to the other side of the world, but there are certainly things I miss that have taken me by surprise…
After dealing with a friend who made mental health a competition I had to be selfish in order to continue down my own path to (relative) mental health.
I told myself I was being crazy. I told myself he’d never given me a reason not to trust him. I told myself I was too smart to be taken in and deceived by someone. I told myself that he was my friend and so he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
I’m a textbook people pleaser, I’m a yes man and a pathological apologiser. And I can see more clearly than ever how this will probably destroy me one day.