Embrace the glorious mess that you areElizabeth gilbert
Right now in my life, I am the hard friend.
We all have one of those, it usually cycles around between people in any particular circle. Lately, due to just the nature of my life and what has been going on, I am the hard friend. I have been the hard friend for months.
It is hard being the hard friend. For many reasons. First of being, that in order to be the hard friend, you have to be going through something difficult, and second being, people usually don’t know how to handle you. If someone in your life is in the hospital for a few days, its easier. Send them flowers, or a card, call them to check in, usually home within a few days etc. If a friend has a breakup, they usually occupy the hard friend spot for around a month or two, etc. When its months and months, or years and years is when it gets sticky.
People don’t know how to talk to me anymore. Between the baby, and the distance, and the medical and money turmoil. Even just having a baby can be isolating for many people, as their childless friends have different schedules and priorities. Younger friends still prioritize partying, drinking and dating. People tend to drift apart even in the most standard of parenting scenarios. This year has been insane for me, and people don’t know how to react. I get it. I have been on the other side of this coin. I have friends who have gone through problems and scenarios that I do not relate to. I am familiar with the anxiety of asking myself… “What do I say?”..”What can I do?” …. “What if I make it worse?” Unfortunately this anxiety usually lead to silence. People don’t know what to say and so… they just… don’t say anything. There is a certain fatigue in dealing with someone’s ongoing problems, especially when you cannot relate. It sparks an uncertainty in people that usually results in separation.
I am not writing this from an accusatory standpoint, or a high horse. Just expressing myself. I am not bitter, or angry. Just sad, and very tired. One usually has a circle who you think will be there for you no matter what, and then as you get older, or hit the REALLY big road bumps that circle seems to get smaller and smaller. This usually means that you embrace quality over quantity, however it doesn’t mean that it stings any less. It hurts. The messages spread out, until eventually they mostly disappear, the phone calls lessen.
That being said, Do I blame anyone? Its not like I am the best person to converse with right now. I’m going through a lot. I have mood swings. I have days when I feel really angry. I have days where I feel really depressed. I am not easy to be around right now. I am not the easy friend right now.
Right now I am not a quick beer after work.
I am not a movie date
I am not a jovial phone call
I am not the shoulder to lean on, most of my people have become accustomed to
I am not a lender of money
I am not a mirror selfie or a glam Instagram post from a girls brunch
I am a mess. I am tears at 3am. I am hospital coffee. I am living in the same four outfits. I am dirty hair and no makeup. I am under eye circles. I am gut wrenching sobs in the shower when I hope nobody else is awake.
Unfortunately messes need people the most. They require the most clean up.
I am working on becoming my own mop. ❤
2 thoughts on “Its hard to be the “hard” friend”
I know we’ve never been particularly close and I can’t relate to what you’re going through but know I’ve been cheering you and your little babe on non-stop. I’ve cried over your words more times then I can count because I feel the exhaustion and frustration and hopefulness through everything you write. It’s super great you’re doing this blog because I feel like not only does it help with getting others to understand (if they are open to it). While shrinking circles sucks a lot sometimes it pull out superstar quality friends you never even realized you had in life. I’m rooting for you guys and I hope that things keep going well and you get to come home soon. It seems like you’d benefit being around familiarity again. Keep fighting mama you’re doing an amazing job, even on your bad days. ❤
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Thank you so much Sasha!