I’ve been very selective about who I spend my time with lately. Living with pain has made me selfish. No more the nice girl who patiently listens to everyone’s problems and goes along with what other’s want to do. For now, it’s all me, me, me.
In a way, I think this has been good for me.
I’ve discovered that there are some people who I’m always happy to see – people who are kind, supportive, willing to listen without judgement.. and there are those who, well… aren’t. And there are those who mean well, but that I just don’t have the energy for.
I don’t mean that I no longer want to be friends with these people – not at all – it’s just that I don’t have the fight in me at the moment. I have found that living with pain is lonely. Sometimes, being with the wrong people can be even lonelier.
There are certain people that I owe a world of gratitude to. Living with pain really shows you who’s who.
What do you think – has pain affected your relationships?