When I was sick I thought I’d lost all of my friends. I thought the people who used to know me would never want to speak to me or have anything to do with me ever again.
Now that I’ve been in NYC and reconnected with so many friends from my past I know that I was completely wrong. I’ve begun to realize that many of the negative thoughts I have are typically wrong. It’s not that everyone loves me or thinks that I’m great because I know that that is not true. But the truth to me now is that not everyone has written me off.
I don’t think I really knew what friendship was when I was younger. I thought I had to work really hard and give people presents but the presence of a true friend is the gift.