Mojo and the Mess

There are people who talk about showing up, and then there are the rare few who just do.

Aysha is that person. She’s the one who doesn’t need to be asked, doesn’t need a perfect version of me to show up for — she just is there.

Not with big speeches or grand gestures, but in the kind of quiet, steady way that means more than words ever could. She’s the only friend I’ve ever had who I can just be with — no pretending, no forcing smiles, no needing to fix anything. Just coexisting through the mess together.

She’s seen the versions of me I didn’t want anyone to see — the sick, the angry, the fragile, the exhausted — and she never flinched. She stayed. She always stays.

There’s a kind of friendship that doesn’t need constant proof or perfect timing. The kind where you can go days without words, but one glance is enough to say “I’ve got you.” That’s us. That’s her.

If I’ve learned anything through all of this, it’s that the world doesn’t need more perfect friends — it needs more Ayshas.

The ones who don’t turn away when life gets heavy. The ones who bring quiet comfort instead of forced positivity. The ones who love you not in spite of your mess, but right through it.

So this one’s for her — my best friend, my safe space, my calm in the chaos.

Thank you for showing up, even when I couldn’t.

Thank you for sitting in the hard moments with me.

And thank you for never needing me to be anything other than who I am.

We’ve cried, we’ve laughed, we’ve just sat in silence — and somehow, that’s where I’ve felt the most understood.

You’re the kind of friend people spend lifetimes looking for. I’m lucky I found you in mine.

💛

– Izzy (& Mojo)