friendship breakup

Friendship breakup

I was nine years old and my best friend broke up with me. She’d found someone else. The shock was followed by a sinking feeling. The doom of now being alone. The gloom of a future without her. I had to learn how to live a little differently. To reach out in different ways; to deal with rejection; to build resilience. In the end, it was for the best. I spread my wings wide and met so many people I may not have, had we stayed cuddled up in our cocoon. Years later, a psychotherapist said my desire to empower other women was linked to that childhood experience. Back then, I felt lonely and vulnerable and so now, I try to help other women to feel less alone, through my writing. From darkness often comes light.