I am disappointed that I didn't reach out for help, that I didn't let some friends in when I really needed it, that I didn't open up a bit about what I was going through - but I couldn`t. I was too sick. This is where good friends should have stepped in, and some of them did, I will be forever grateful to those friends and cannot ever tell them how much I love and appreciate them.
It is the other friends that have fallen away, not called, not reached out, that I wonder about. Do they wonder if I am just such a bitch that I have not called? that I have found a new group of friends? what exactly do they think has happened? I dropped off the face of the earth for 18 months?
On that note, January is not only the month of "My Body is a Temple" Month, but it is also "Operation Friendship". I am going to look at friends, their reaction to my mental health, the regrowth of relationships, establishing new friendships etcetera.