February 2019: I was naked on my floor, crying on all fours and contemplating the necessity of my own life while on the phone with someone I called my best friend: Begging to be seen, heard, supported...and I was met with: “Angela, get it together! You can’t be here for me. It’s always about YOU. Go get help! You need medication or something. Call me when you get your shit together. I can’t deal with you.”
And she hung up. Blocked me on Instagram. Deleted me from Facebook. And I have not spoken to her since.
Fuck, am I grateful for that loss.