Are You Ever Too Old To Make Friends?

Written By WhyNetta

I feel socially lonely. The loneliness comes from not being able to relate to the people that love me the most. When I was younger, I was proud that I was different than others. I enjoyed going to school and church. I enjoyed playing sports in the field with the neighborhood kids or climbing trees with my relatives. I love the values that my great grandparents and my uncles instilled in me. I loved being my mother’s first child to graduate from high school and college. I loved how I stood apart from the rest. 

Now that I am older, all of the accomplishments I’ve achieved have become distant memories. Friends have come and gone. Life has moved forward, and I find myself in a position where I want to make friends and accomplish even more goals and dreams. I want to go and chill with friends at a cafe and chat about life. I want to travel to first-class with my boo and our friends. Dreams do and will come true, but first, I have to prepare myself for this life-altering event. 

I have people that call me from time to time. We talk, enjoy a conversation, and say our goodbyes until next time we speak. I’m allergic to calling people (I credit this to working years in the customer service industry). So conversations I have via phone is from someone calling me. I want to change that.

I know that for me to accomplish this, I have to be willing to step out of my comfort zone (I am starting to rock in my bed as I type this). I have to start calling people, even if it’s to say hi, how are you and bye. Outside of that, I’m stuck. Plus, rona still lurking, and you know what? I am going to put the brakes on this whole “making friends” thing. It’s too germy for meet and greets. 

Okay, go away fear. I will start slow like I am ready to date. Is there an app for making friends?

WhyNetta

I’m WhyNetta—the woman behind Life With No Breaks.

I didn’t set out to build a platform. I set out to survive, to heal, and eventually, to understand myself more honestly.

For many years, my life revolved around being strong for everyone else—raising children, holding things together, and navigating relationships that required me to shrink in order to keep the peace. After experiencing narcissistic abuse and the unraveling that followed, I reached a point where continuing as I was simply wasn’t an option. Healing became a necessity, not a trend.

Life With No Breaks grew out of that season—not from perfection, but from reflection. It became a place where I could process real life in real time: parenting, rebuilding stability, breaking generational cycles, managing fear and faith side by side, and learning how to choose myself without guilt. Writing and speaking became tools for clarity, accountability, and growth—not just for me, but for others walking similar paths.

Today, I approach life with more intention and less urgency. I believe in growth that’s honest, faith that’s grounded, and healing that doesn’t require performance. I’m still learning, still rebuilding, and still choosing better—one decision at a time.

This space is a reflection of that journey.

https://lifewithnobreaks.com
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