I think I “advocate” for the importance of friendship a lot because of the kind of relationship I had with my mom. I always had to labour for her love, work my way up her heart. Do chores, be a “good girl”, be less disrespectful by not speaking up for myself. Work and work...

until I fell into depression. Imagine how shocked I was when I realised that I didn’t have to be someone else to be loved. When I found people who told me they loved me just because. Just because I’m me, that I make them happy—without me having to over compensate, to labour

to buy their love. I just had to be myself and they’d just love me. Imagine how liberating that was for me. It was friendship that freed me from those chains, the self doubt, the agony that comes with the feelings of feeling unworthy. It was platonic love that showed me that

platonic love that showed me that people can love you just because. I’m in no way saying be a self serving rat or asshole, that’s not how it works, but just show up, reciprocate and be loved. I’ll forever thank god for that, for people who showed be that above all else, they’d

they’d have my back without me having to shout too high. They’d just walk with me until I’m fine. And even if I’ll never be fine, that’s still okay. How magical.https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤍" title="Weißes Herz" aria-label="Emoji: Weißes Herz">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🥺" title="Pleading face" aria-label="Emoji: Pleading face">