Two weeks ago I cut one of the most toxic friendships I’ve ever had. Because of all the lies he told and the manipulation, my mental health was on the verge of collapse. His friendship turned out to be nothing more but a destruction to my mental health. And every time we talk about it, he comes up with new lies.
I was constantly anxious about our friendship because many lies began to surface, and it was beginning to have a negative impact on my mental health. As much as I enjoyed his company, I felt thoroughly taken advantage of and, more importantly, used. He has manipulated and used me in the most vile and deceptive ways imaginable, and the idea that I thought this was a “friendship” makes me sick.
Of course, you might argue it was my own fault for being naive, and you’d be right, but I got to the point where I was afraid of being alone without him. It’s the intertwining of depression and anxiety fears. And, of course, all the books I’ve read about never losing hope in people, well, fuck hope. And fuck people.
The decision of cutting him off wasn’t easy but it was inevitable. It was something I saw coming a long time ago but I was dreading it. And I shouldn’t have. In a matter of fact, I should have done it a long time ago. I cut him off two weeks ago and today I already feel more energized and happy, I’m seeing things more clearly, and I’m back on track with my goals.
Moral of the story: cut those toxic weeds and you will see yourself flower within days.