Dear Daisy,
So, I decided to see my friends today. And as we sat and talked and laughed, they all kept giving me these looks. Like they were waiting for me to explode or cry or something. They looked at my with some sort of pity, Daisy. And it was frustrating and hurting me, so much.
“You know,” I said. “You can stop giving me these looks.”
“What looks?”
“Oh, those pity looks. Like you’re careful around me, like you’re waiting for me to break down right here. I won’t. I promise,” I told them, and they stayed silent. “Now, can we change the subject and can you all treat me normally?”
There’s just this thing about people finding out about your pain, they treat you differently. They look at you differently. They want to help you. But the way they look and treat you after that- it hurts. And it’s like they can never treat you the way they did before. And it keeps reminding you of what you’ve been through. And right now, it was doing just that to me.
But I just smiled, Dee. I just smiled.
Love,
Jasmine.
