How I Lost Myself in a Controlling Friendship and What I Know Now
“The most common form of despair is not being who you are.” ~Søren Kierkegaard
I didn’t lose her all at once.
I lost myself first—slowly, quietly, in the way that only happens when someone you trust makes you doubt everything you think and feel.
She was magnetic when I met her. Warm, intense, the kind of person who made you feel chosen just by giving you her attention. I felt lucky to be her friend. That feeling lasted just long enough to blur what came next.
It started with small things. A plan I made that somehow became her plan. …








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