Graduate into True Friendship

June is the month of graduations. Whether from high school, university, or kindergarten, students of all ages complete one stage of life and move on to another.

On those days, family and friends gather around to celebrate the trials and tribulations that were overcome for those hard won pieces of paper. Often during these times we hold dear those who were in the fire alongside us. Our classmates become our friends, bridesmaids, even birthing partners.

What I wasn’t prepared for when I graduated from university was that the very people who I had laughed, cried, and studied with were not the people who went forward with me into the rest of my life. College, it seemed, was it for these friendships. These women who had vowed we would pick up each other’s dentures from the nursing room floor are now strangers to me, people I remember fondly, but with a tinge of betrayal.

I wrote about the effect of time on college bonds in my first novel Saving Peace. Lucky for me, my exploration of friendships didn’t stop with the dissolution of that ring of friends. I graduated from that circle into another one.

“How could I have been so stupid?” a friend asked me, and herself, for the umpteenth time since the breakup that had rocked her world.

“Stop asking why,” I said. “It’s not a productive question.”

You may be thinking right about now that I’m not the kind of friend you want when you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on. The fact is I gave her the truth I knew because I had learned it in my own fires. Truth that had helped me deal with life’s surprise twists and turns over the last seven years. Sometimes you can’t stop to ask questions—you have to keep going. The perspective comes later.

“I had such dark thoughts this weekend,” she said. “I thought about ending my life. The downward spiral nearly got to me.”

Such honesty deserved bravery in return.

“You’re not the only woman to ever have her heartbroken,” I said.

Again, you may be shaking your head, thinking I’m a right b*tch who needs telling off for kicking my friend when she’s down.

Actually what I was doing was giving her a hand up. Realizing that catastrophizing had the effect of hiding a Trojan horse inside my mind set me free from habitual negativity. Stopping the gateway thought, like a gateway drug, keeps you from slipping down the slope of self-loathing and doubt.

I didn’t lecture my friend. I didn’t give her advice. I kept presenting her with the truth in the face of her fatigue, dismay, and fear. Because she had been doing that for me for the several years that I knew her. In light of all the steadying perspective she had given me, speaking truth to her was the least I could do in return.

What do you think about saying the hard truths that someone might want to hear? What are the things you wish someone had told you?

I completely agree when they say the truth hurts. But wouldn’t you rather take if from someone you love in a safe environment? Lies are used by those who betray us in order to postpone their discomfort or our pain. Eventually both catch up with us.