malayjathewriter
I was the friend who never fell apart, Well from the outside looking in. People leaned on me. Venting to me. Crying to me. Depending on me. And I carried it all while pretending I wasn't drowning. Choosing me felt wrong at first. Then it felt necessary.
This is a story about reclaiming boundaries, rediscovering joy that isn't performative, and learning that strength doesn't mean suffering in silence. It's about growth, healing, and the courage to say, "I deserve peace too."
Because sometimes, the strongest thing the happy friend can do... is finally choose herself.