Autumn is a season of quiet transformation. The air
turns crisp, the trees release what no longer serves them, and the world begins
to slow. It’s a time of renewal of letting go with dignity, of honoring what
was while making space for what’s next.
In this post, I reflect on a different kind of falling:
the slow unraveling of a friendship that once felt safe. Not every ending is
loud. Some arrive like autumn winds gentle, undeniable, and necessary. If
you’ve ever felt the ache of growing apart from someone you once trusted
deeply, this is for you. A story of boundaries, clarity, and the quiet courage
it takes to choose peace.
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Autumn is a season of quiet transformation. The
trees release what
no longer serves them and so do we. |
The Quiet Kind of
Heartbreak
Autumn is often called the season of letting go. Leaves
fall, winds change, and the world softens into quiet reflection. But what if
the falling isn’t just in nature what if it’s in friendship?
There’s a kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from
romance. It comes from trust slowly unraveling. From realizing that someone
you’ve stood beside for years is no longer standing beside you. Not with
cruelty. Not with confrontation. Just with silence.
It’s not the dramatic kind of betrayal. It’s the quiet
kind. Plans are brushed off. Stories don’t add up. You start to feel like a
stranger in a relationship you helped build.
You’ve been there for emergencies, late-night calls,
family crises. You’ve held space, offered comfort, stayed on the line in
hospital rooms. You’ve shown up not just once, but always. And then, one day, they stop showing up for you. Not
with anger. Just with deflection. A calendar that no longer has room for your
name.
You don’t need every detail. You don’t need perfect
alignment. But you do need honesty. Because without it, friendship becomes a
performance and you were never acting. So, you choose silence. Not to punish, but to protect.
You step back not because you stopped caring, but because you started caring
for yourself.
Maybe they’ll notice. Maybe they’ll ask. And when they
do, you’ll tell the truth: “I’ve always been here for you. But lately, I feel like
I’m being kept in the dark. I’m not asking for everything. I’m asking for
honesty and respect.” Because friendship deserves truth. And you deserve
peace.
The Autumn Hike That
Never Happened Just like the trees shedding their leaves, we let go to
make space for new growth. I had planned a hike with someone I once considered
family. We were going to chase waterfalls in Arkansas, breathe in the crisp
air, and feel the leaves crunch beneath our boots. But the plans fell through like
so many things lately. So I went alone, with my dog. And in that solitude, I
found something unexpected: peace.
Raking Leaves with My Dog There’s something grounding about raking leaves. The
rhythm, the rustle, the way the air smells like endings. My dog watched me with
quiet loyalty, and together we made order out of the mess. It wasn’t the fall I
expected, but it was ours. Finding joy in the little things: crisp leaves, quiet moments, and a dog who
never leaves my side.
Crocuses in the Snow
Winter will come not to harden us, but to cleanse. With
frost and stillness, it clears the clutter. It offers rest. Reflection.
Renewal. Even in the coldest season, something tender begins to
bloom. I learned to rest, to reflect, and to trust that healing was happening
beneath the surface even when I couldn’t see it.
Healing doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it’s a
crocus in the snow quiet, persistent, and full of promise.
Where the Flowers
Begin Again
And then, spring arrives. Quietly, steadily. Opening
the door to bloom again. To live in color. To welcome new connections rooted in
truth.
Spring, at last. After a year of quiet hikes, solo
lunches, falling leaves, and snow-covered beginnings, I’ve come full circle.
The flowers are blooming again—not just in the park, but in my life. New
friends, new laughter, and the kind of warmth that feels earned.
Every season held its own lesson: 🍁 Autumn taught me to let go. ❄️ Winter showed me how to endure. 🌷 Spring reminds me how to begin again.
Healing isn’t linear it’s cyclical, like the earth
itself. And here I am, blooming too.
I walked through every season to find this one where
laughter returns, roots deepen, and everything begins to bloom.
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