I’ve always struggled with reaching out to people, especially after some time has passed. My mind races with questions. Will they think it’s odd? Does this feel too random? Maybe it comes from a mix of self-doubt and perfectionism. Sometimes I wonder if I care more about certain friendships than others do, and the idea of putting myself out there without knowing if it will be reciprocated can feel overwhelming. Other times, it is as simple as not knowing where to start or how to find the right words. If it is not obvious by now, I tend to overthink.
Lately, I have been trying to move past that mental roadblock. I have realized that when someone is going through something, it is not about having the perfect words. They are not dissecting every phrase you say. They are just grateful you cared enough to reach out. Even a simple “thinking of you” message or a quick call can mean far more than we might realize.
It is not always easy. Life gets busy and time slips away. But in those moments, the length of time since you last spoke, or the depth of your relationship does not matter. What matters is showing you care. For me, it has been a reminder that these small gestures create connection. They help bridge the spaces we unintentionally let grow between us and remind us that none of us are alone.
This year, I am working on silencing the hesitation. Even when I do not have the perfect words, I have come to see that simply reaching out, no matter how small the effort, can make all the difference.
