Thoughts Entry No. 2

Yes, Life Happened.

It’s been a few years since I last updated this blog. Life, as it tends to do, swept me along its unpredictable path. So much has changed—experiences have been built, moments gathered. Many beautiful, some painful, all meaningful.

From writing about being 24 and NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth), I now find myself married. I’m working as a specialist nurse in one of the most respected trusts in the United Kingdom—perhaps even the world. Looking back through the eyes of my younger self, I can confidently say: I’ve achieved my dreams. I truly have.

And yet, with all the success and growth I’ve experienced, something else has quietly drifted away from me: my ability to truly connect with others.

I’ve never been someone surrounded by a crowd of friends. I’ve always preferred small, genuine circles. But over the years, that circle has only grown smaller—and it hasn’t expanded again. I now find myself feeling… stuck. Alone, in some ways.

Of course, I have my husband, my best friend, my partner in everything. But there’s something irreplaceable about having a close girl friend—a soul sister you can connect with on a deep, unfiltered level.

I miss that. I miss having someone I can pour my thoughts, dreams, fears, and random emotions into—without fear of judgment. I miss spontaneous coffee dates that end in loud laughter and long conversations that feel like therapy for the soul.

I recently sat by a window overlooking the serene beauty of the river in Innishannon. The scene was idyllic, postcard-perfect. But my eyes weren’t on the water or the trees. They were on a group of women across the way, laughing freely, sharing something that felt so warm and familiar—something I deeply miss.

Oh, how I miss having a friend.