During a recent session with my psychologist, she asked me something that struck me deeply.
“Why didn’t he encourage you to reach out to your old friends? To make things right, to reconnect?”
The question echoed in my chest like a bell. And the truth — painful, but undeniable — came into focus: he didn’t want me connected.
He didn’t want me to have a life outside of him. He didn’t want me surrounded by people who loved me before he came along. People who knew my spirit, my spark, my worth. People who might have seen what he was doing and dared to speak up.
So slowly — and sometimes very subtly — he made it hard. Conversations that used to fill me with joy were suddenly met with suspicion. Comments like “they don’t really care about you” or “they’re a bad influence” were dropped like poison in my ear. And over time, I started to believe it. I began pulling away from those who had always been there — not because I stopped loving them, but because I thought I had to choose.
And I chose peace. Or what I thought was peace. In reality, I was choosing silence. Isolation. Loneliness disguised as loyalty.
From a psychological standpoint, this is a classic form of emotional abuse: isolation. It’s a tool used by narcissists and controlling partners to cut their victims off from external sources of support. It happens slowly, under the guise of concern or jealousy or “just wanting time together.” But the goal is always the same: to make you feel like they are the only person you can rely on.
Now, with clearer eyes and a stronger heart, I grieve the friendships I lost — not because of falling-outs or betrayal, but because someone I trusted systematically pushed them away. And I’m starting to realize: those friends were never the problem. He was.
Today, I’m rebuilding. Reaching out. Apologizing where needed, explaining when I can, and offering love where bridges can still be rebuilt. And even if some of those connections are gone for good, I honor them. Because they were real. They were mine. And I see now how precious they truly were.
If this resonates with you — if you’ve lost touch with friends who once lit up your world — know this: it’s not too late to heal, to reconnect, or to forgive yourself for the silence.
Sometimes, the first step back is simply remembering the truth.
You were never meant to walk alone. đź’›
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