Wisdom (I don't know that it's common wisdom, precisely) has it that there are three sorts of friends: Friends for a Reason, Friends for a Season and Friends for life.

I've had all three, and all three have helped me in times and places of need.

I'm a big believer that most people you meet, for ill or good, you meet for a reason. Maybe they're there to help you learn a lesson, to help you grow. Maybe they're just there for support at times when you need it. Maybe they're there so you can help THEM learn a lesson.

Friends helps us grow. They help us be better people, if we're so inclined.

I have no doubts that without the friends I've made here, even those that have disappeared due to a falling out or due to a parting of ways, that not only would I not still be here, but that I'd still be struggling with alot of the things I struggle with (both the weight and personal things like my perfectionism.)

Maybe, most importantly, friends help me be me.

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