12/04/2026
Over the wkd I discovered I’d been wildly misrepresented by someone who I once considered a friend.
I’ve learnt this a few times before, you cannot change someone else’s view of you if they don’t allow you to be heard. You have to let them misunderstand and misrepresent you.
You are allowed to be mad though.
I got into bed and I allowed my body to shake, to grieve. To feel the sadness under the anger.
In the aftermath of a devastating break up all I needed from most friends was a little empathy, not long conversations just softness. A hug, an understanding face, a “hi, I can see you’re in pain”.
I’m realising that kind of simple grace is an advanced attunement for some. Especially if it conflicts with an agenda of their own that requires you be the villain so they can feel ok.
I suppose the learning for me here is you have to let people live their own story of you
AND you can simultaneously honour the pain that causes you by meeting it in your body. Offering your own body the kindness you so craved from that friend and the freedom to process in weird and wild ways.
Ever the student in this life school.
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