From one psychiatric ward hospitalization to the next, or after a stay in a rehab facility, and after each suicide attempt – fate ends up removing people from your life. In essence, quite simply, it erases friendships from your life.
Because these crises, whether you like it or not, put your relationships to the test. After four psychiatric hospitalizations, one rehab stay, and two suicide attempts – I was left with very few friends. And even those few continue, in my eyes, to be put to the test. Not because I ask for it, but because I cannot help but weigh a friendship with a close friend who hasn’t read my book, my life’s work, the meaning of my existence.
Did I stop talking to everyone who hasn’t read it? Did I cut off anyone who doesn’t support me on social media? No. But I remember well and pay very close attention to who is truly with me, and who is with me only superficially.
You decide.