I Asked My Friends to Choose Between My Ex and Me — They Chose Him
I never had the heart to tell them he didn’t even like them
Felicia and I met right after I had hit rock bottom. All the girls in my therapy group were somewhat hostile, except for her. She struggled with group therapy but still went out of her way to make the new girl feel welcome — which meant the world to me.
When I started therapy, I was in a bad place.
(Which makes sense — how many people you know who are in a really good place show up at their doctor’s doorstep, frantically crying and stammering something about all of the emotions being there all the time and not wanting to feel anything ever again?)
I was in a bad place, and I took it out on others. By tearing down other people, I could feel better about myself. But Felicia still liked me. And even though she wasn’t the type of person I would normally hang out with, we quickly became friends. We did our therapy homework together and shared stories of our biggest traumas.
Group therapy was two repeating cycles of six months. My psychiatrist explained that you had to do the same cycle twice, because the first time, all information was brand new, and the second time it clicked and helped you to say farewell to unhelpful behaviors and…
