It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
Yesterday, I talked to my parents about my anxiety that has gotten a lot worse since reducing my dosage of anti-depressants a few months ago. I’ve always had the most irrational fear of losing them and being all on my own, unable to handle life. So yesterday, my mum said: “I’m not gonna lie. We will die some day. We will most likely die before you. You will lose us at some point. But nobody knows when that’ll happen, so you can either worry and grieve for something that hasn’t even happened yet, or we can enjoy the time we have together. And maybe it’s two years, maybe it’s thirty.”
And then my dad said the sweetest thing: “To be quite honest: Even though it’s unrealistic that we will die within the next couple of years - you are such a tough, strong person. You’d handle everything.”
I’ve always seen myself as rather weak, at least not particularly strong, but that really gave me a confidence boost. :)