I often talk about how women need to support strong friends, particularly strong women of color. I also whine and, yes, complain about the lack of support that I receive as a strong friend. Yet my friends rarely understand what I mean when I say, “I wish I had support.”
This is usually what I get when I broach the subject.
“Sujeiry, you’re so resilient.” I nod in acknowledgement. I have a knack for bouncing back although it’s rarely as easy as a ball bounces back when it hits concrete. When I hit rock bottom emotionally, I scrape myself up off the floor, yes, but with a lot bruises and scars. Some have yet to heal.