Text: Friendships can get weird when you’re trying to cope with mental illness. I’ve lost a number of friends over the last year or so – some have drifted away, unable to deal with how different I am; others have been banished outright due to outright hostile or harmful behavior towards me. The number of people I was allowing to treat me like shit is astonishing. I could not see that I was being used, and the betrayal was harsh and all-encompassing.
What is strange and beautiful, though, is that I’ve made a few new friends. These are people who don’t need me to be anyone but myself – broken or fixed, able to contribute or able to just be there in body – with this group I can be whatever I am capable of being on any particular day. I don’t know who I will be when I emerge from the darkness, but it helps to know there are a few people who will stick around to find out.