A close male friend told me recently, “Being friends with you is work.”
I’ve heard some version of “you’re too much” my entire life. So my body reacted before my mind could. My chest tightened, my throat closed, and that familiar heat crept up my spine to the back of my neck. I started to brace myself, to shrink, to prepare for the letting go.
Then he kept talking.
“Being friends with you is work, because you ask people to be honest. To be real. To be vulnerable. You don’t do surface-level connections, and that kind of depth scares a lot of people. It’s easier to avoid it. But I’m grateful I didn’t. You forced me to look at parts of myself I’d been ignoring, and in doing so, you helped me grow into a better version of myself.”
I exhaled, deeply, finally.
The kind of exhale that releases years of being misunderstood. I cried, not from hurt, but from relief and gratitude.
May I never again apologize for my depth. May I continue to attract souls who value truth, growth, and real connection. The kind that changes you.
@leecantlive I consider myself trilingual but a bad one... lol
I speak mainly French and Czech but I know Arabic I just never practice it because I don't really talk with my mother in Arabic 💔
Got a call from an uncle from Czechia and it pains me that I am losing my Czech... I used to speak it so naturally and now I have to put a lot of effort into it :/
They've got it half right on both of my names... Though it's not very far fetched to think my last name is also Slovakian given everything that's ever existed there
@ManandraD@BOATEMBOYS You're welcome, it is really interesting considering we all live within our own mind and have had this sense of normalcy within it :)