When you remember
of your old friends
the friends who didn’t stand by you—
when all you needed was space and safety
to face your own fears and mistakes,
remember the ones who did.
The ones who fought for you.
The ones who believed in you.
Not by excusing your failures,
but by handing you back
the responsibility to live fully.
Not stuck in the same routine—
house, work, church—
but alive, awake,
choosing something more.
Yes, some friendships ache.
But it’s better to walk with those
who lift you out of victimhood,
than with the ones
who would rather keep you
right where you are.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
When you remember
of your old friends
the friends who didn’t stand by you—
when all you needed was space and safety
to face your own fears and mistakes,
remember the ones who did.
The ones who fought for you.
The ones who believed in you.
Not by excusing your failures,
but by handing you back
the responsibility to live fully.
Not stuck in the same routine—
house, work, church—
but alive, awake,
choosing something more.
Yes, some friendships ache.
But it’s better to walk with those
who lift you out of victimhood,
than with the ones
who would rather keep you
right where you are.
