i wish it was socially acceptable to reach out to someone from your past, say sorry for the person i was in the past, tell them i still think about them warmly and wish them well

My therapist told me: Adult friendships need patience, not pressure. People disappear sometimes, not because they don't care, but because life asks more of them than they can explain. Silence can be survival. Distance can be healing. Before assuming you've been forgotten, choose kindness over conclusions. Reach out softly, connection often returns when met with grace.

They don't need me in the way that i need them, and i think that's the most painful thing i've ever experienced.

don’t tell me i’m overthinking. i’m overfeeling and it’s not the same.