A friend once said to me that she’d noticed I had been isolating myself one week
On instinct I had agreed and then blamed myself for being a bad friend.
You see, I had had a bad week, a depressive week. I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to intrude, I didn’t want to invite myself to their plans.
So I didn’t. I hid away from them all, kept quiet as they talked around me, I withdrew into myself.
And then I had a good week and invited a friend for coffee.
When we were there she told me that I shouldn’t isolate myself. And I blindly accepted that it was what I had done which was wrong.
Not that they had tried to involve me.
Not that they had invited me.
Not that they had asked if I was alright.
So who had really isolated me there?
If they had seen I was being quiet why didn’t they ask? If it was so clear something was wrong, if I was so obviously bleeding emotion, why did nobody say anything?
Isn’t that what friends are for?
You don’t isolate yourself. People isolate you.
Friends shouldn’t isolate you.