A friend finally said it plainly the other night.
“You were lost there for a while, but we’re glad to have you back.”
Nobody had said it plainly before.
A lot of people turned a blind eye to uncharacteristic antics, for a while; some even cheered them on. Got to a point where they weren’t uncharacteristic anymore. Got to a point where there were entire circles of those I thought to be my friends who equated them to my very character, entirely.
Got to a point where it hurt.
Dad always said, “when staying the same begins to hurt, then you’ll begin to change.” The old man was right, you know.
I hope they’ll understand, one day, why I had to leave without looking back. It hurt too much to stay. To stay the same.