There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you. - Unknown
Our granddaughter sings a song I think called 'Let It Go'. She knows all the words and I think it's from Beauty and the Beast, but don't quote me on that. When she sang it recently in the car home from a shopping trip, it rang so true that she could almost be singing it for me.
Loss of friendship is for me a bitter pill to swallow. The closer those people are, the more foul the after taste. And I choke on all the loving memory I have of these people. In times past this has caused me immense pain and blown a hole in the underbelly of my armour, sinking me to depths unknown.
I can't allow that to happen in the here and now, my own wellbeing is much to important to risk the grapeshot that's being coming my way for several months now, from people I loved and cherished. So, the simple solution is just as my granddaughter would sing 'Let It Go'. which I have, and it's OK.
This is an 'absolute' for one who either has or leans towards depression. Priority begins with one's self, otherwise the day to day becomes a ticking time bomb. I've managed so far to defuse potential explosions. It's hard, beut absolutely necessary.