After months of writing, reflecting, and reliving the rollercoaster of my friendship journey, I’ve officially completed the first draft of my book about friendship. It’s raw, real, and full of heart—and I’m so proud of it.
This book is more than just words on a page. It’s a patchwork of all the places I wandered and the moments I chased connection. Whether wildly successful or hilariously awkward, each experience shaped the story. Here’s a glimpse of what I got to live through in my quest for friendship:
Kid events that reminded me how easy it is for children to just be together
MumFest—where I smiled at strangers and hoped for a spark
Exercise classes that left me sore but hopeful
Yoga classes where I tried to breathe through both poses and social anxiety
Walks that turned into quiet reflections and sometimes unexpected conversations
Learning about veganism and realizing how food can be a bridge
Coffee shops where I lingered too long hoping someone might say hi
Ice cream outings that were sweet in more ways than one
Cookie runs that felt like tiny celebrations
Shopping trips that were more about browsing for connection than clothes
Failed attempts at concerts (yes, plural)—but hey, I showed up
Thrifting adventures that made me laugh, cringe, and occasionally bond over weird finds
Was it always smooth? Absolutely not. But it was honest. And now, it’s a book.
To anyone who’s ever felt alone in a crowd or brave enough to try again—I see you. This draft is for you. 🧡
Next stop: revisions. But today? I celebrate (and feel a little less lonely).
Ashley Crookham's Writing 