Just saying...yes we know that is old and trite but...

it's weird not having a best friend after decades of having one.

Time heals

Time heals all wounds. Heard it so many times. My depression at the loss of a friendship is over. Resignation and then acceptance. Spent quite a bit of time working on the power of positivity. That works. The more positive you are the better your life is, the way you look at things and people, the way you approach both, changes. Small changes at first and then bigger and bigger. Holding on to the positive is a process that takes a time to master and I am nowhere near mastering it myself but have made those first steps. There is so much more that I could say but positive thinking prohibits me. Grateful for the baby steps and the move to a more positive way to live.

No BFF

Another day when it strikes me that I no longer have a best friend. My heart drops to the floor. My eyes water. My soul cries. Mere moments pass and I recover. I tell myself  I am worthy.  I pretend to believe.

update

15 days since my last post. All is well. I am recovering nicely. I barely feel that knife lodged in my back anymore. Silver linings.

The double edged sword

Social media. Not using it as much as I used to but checking in to say happy birthday was just the opportunity that the universe needed to show the pic in my newsfeed. The pic being the wedding pic.Oh well. It was just another turn of that knife sticking out of my back. But oh no, I am not bitter.