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\u201cThe most prevalent kind of despair is not being true to oneself.\u201d ~S\u00f8ren Kierkegaard<\/strong><\/p>\n It wasn’t a sudden disappearance.<\/p>\n Initially, I lost myself\u2014slowly, quietly, like when someone you trust makes you doubt your own thoughts and emotions.<\/p>\n At first, she was captivating. Affectionate, passionate, making you feel unique with her focus. I felt lucky to be friends with her, enough to obscure what came after.<\/p>\n It started with minor things. My intentions morphed into hers. My viewpoints were subtly and continually deconstructed until I questioned their validity. A choice I made created such a rift between us that I found myself apologizing\u2014sometimes uncertain of the reason.<\/p>\n This became our routine. I acted. She responded. I apologized. I adapted. Each change seemed rational, like a minor adjustment, until I realized I was far from my original direction.<\/p>\n It was difficult to identify as it didn’t manifest as overt control. No loud arguments or threats. Nothing theatrical enough to clearly indicate it.<\/strong><\/p>\n It was more subdued. Her disappointment. The guilt crafted so seamlessly I believed I had created it. Anticipating my remarks before speaking, censoring myself to evade her reaction.<\/p>\n I ceased to trust my instincts. Gradually, like a muscle atrophying from lack of use. I had been indirectly told that my judgment was flawed\u2014that I was overly emotional, misremembered things, or that my responses were problematic. I began to accept this narrative.<\/p>\n I never anticipated I would internalize the narrative she spun about me so completely.<\/p>\n In retrospect, the indicators appeared early on. I simply lacked the language to articulate them.<\/p>\n She made everything appear urgent\u2014her demands, emergencies, plans. Whenever I had something important, the discussion would swiftly return to her. I stopped sharing, not deliberately, just gradually. There was no space for my concerns in a friendship overwhelmingly centered on hers.<\/p>\n She was giving but with unnoticeable ties. If she provided assistance, it resurfaced later\u2014not in the form of a grievance but in a manner that left me feeling obliged. \u201cI was there when no one else was.\u201d That sort of phrasing. Uttered lightly, often. Enough to keep a mental note of what I owed her.<\/p>\n When I failed to meet her standards or wasn’t present, a chill emerged. Not rage. Something subtler, more challenging to address. A withdrawal of affection that compelled me to strive to regain it, frequently by relinquishing what had created the distance.<\/p>\n I reassured myself that this was how deep friendships functioned. Compromise, flexibility, and adjustment were vital. I thought I was too self-sufficient, too inflexible, unwilling to prioritize someone who relied on me.<\/p>\n I was mistaken. Yet, it required time to grasp why.<\/p>\n The shift wasn’t dramatic. It was an ordinary Tuesday.<\/p>\n She was speaking<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cThe most prevalent kind of despair is not being true to oneself.\u201d ~S\u00f8ren Kierkegaard It wasn’t a sudden disappearance. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9665424,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"Default","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9665423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9665423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9665423"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9665423\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9665424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9665423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9665423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritualjourneydigest.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9665423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}The Indicators I Overlooked<\/strong><\/h3>\n
The Moment of Change<\/strong><\/h3>\n