Until recently Elizabeth Day wasn’t simply passionate about friendship, she was addicted to it. This isn’t just a figure of speech. She describes a physical and emotional dependence so strong that it had her pursuing platonic relationships to the point of damaging her own physical and psychological health.
I am a recovering friendaholic too, and I found this book, which to some might seem niche or contrived, essential reading. Being good at friendship, which is not quite the same as being a good friend, is a core self-belief that many of us (often women) cling to as evidence that we are, in some important way, both lovable and likable. Romantic partners may come and go, but the ability to tell yourself that you have a lot of friends, some dating back to kindergarten days, is a psychological lifejacket like no other.
