The Beginning

(a repsonse piece to my poem The End, see below)

They say that heartbreak is one of the worst things a person can experience, one of the most painful, I wonder if the people who say that have ever lost a best friend?  It’s a pretty common concept to come across, that the loss of a close friend is as bad as heartbreak, if not worse.  2019 was the year I felt that truth.

The moment you feel them slip between your fingers, the misunderstandings that leads you to drift apart makes your heart ache as you realise you are powerless to stop it. Even if you tried to make things go back to the way they were, they can’t. Not now.  People change, relationships change, but it doesn’t make it any less painful.  It’s a hard feeling to describe, because it’s akin to loss and grief, unless you’ve felt it you can’t know it, it’s not just mental it’s physical.  It’s the bottomless pit in your stomach, the lump in your throat, the tightness in your chest. The constant discomfort that reminds you you’re missing something, or someone.  Although that person may still be here, they’re not here for you, not anymore. 

It’s the unanswered questions that tear at you, running around in circles in your mind, chasing away sleep, making you relive painful memories shrouded in fog because you tried to shut it out, to deny it happened.  The how could you’s and the why’s?  The sheer agony of knowing that one day a person you were closest to in the whole world changed their perception of you so much, they stopped caring about your problems.  The moment they became so wrapped up in themselves they no longer saw you, the real you, the you you hid from everyone else for too long. The moment they decided that you weren’t close enough to resolve it, that you weren’t worth it. 

Worth. That’s what it truly comes down to.  The feeling that you weren’t enough for someone you wholeheartedly cared about, that you loved like family.  The knowledge that if you aren’t enough for them who are you enough for? If you failed them, then who else could want you?

It’s a deep feeling, it rips right through you and leaves you winded.  It’s hurt, wrapped up in agony wrapped up in anger, wrapped up in confusion, wrapped up in self-hatred and doubt.

It’s human.

To lose two good friends in the space of a couple of months made me feel like I was drowning, like everything I had accomplished, everything I had gotten through had been for nothing, because what was the point if there was no one to share the happiness with?  The point was I learnt a lot about people, and about myself.  I learnt that, although friends help you so much through all the shit we have to deal with in life, ultimately, it’s myself I have to rely on, to believe in.  I learnt that self-love was the thing that was going to make me strong. 

Even more so, I learnt that the friends I had been looking for, for what’s felt like my whole life, were right in front of me the whole time, and it took losing the people I thought I needed to see the ones that really cared about me.  The friends that would always fight for me, and me for them too.

It wasn’t the end at all, it was the beginning.

Liv.

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