I am not breaking up with my favourite person, but today is the day I cease to let them be my favourite person. I don’t need them to be my favourite person, hell yeah, I don’t need anyone to be my favourite person. And this is probably the bravest thing I’ve said in a long while.
It hurts, it’s like someone has ripped the bandaid off and now there is a think film of pinkish skin that I crawling its way up, and it stings, but I finally can feel my skin, and that is priceless.
I don’t know how I am going to function. I have spent a good decade having a favourite person, and it’s hard to imagine a life devoid of that. It’s a bubble, however. Or so I have come to realise. And that bubble has popped, and I am okay with it, rather surprisingly.
This is no means is to disrespect my favourite person (should I add ‘former’?), but it’s a way of distancing myself from them, for sake of their sanity and mine. I am severing them off of me, and it’ll leave a scar, but it will heal. Or so I believe. I need your support, this isn’t easy for me at all. But I think it’s for the best.
Mental Health with Milana 