Mariah Dunn

Breakups hurt. They leave you confused, lonely, and with your brain constantly repeating “what if” scenarios. Friendship breakups are no different; in fact, sometimes they seem more painful because each one felt like “the one.”

As I’m writing this, tears flow down my face, stemming from a pain that I thought wasn’t there anymore. A pain that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. A pain that only writing has healed over time. When my parents first separated, everyday was hard. After a while, some days became easy, and only some were hard. Now I am at a place in my life where most days are easy, and only a few are hard. Those are usually the big days, the holidays, the birthdays, days where I daydream that our family is back together. Days where I envision going to “my parents'” house instead of one or the other’s. Today is not big, but writing this made it "one of the those days."

Insecurity