Friends
I'm very lucky for the friends I have. They were/are always by my side during all of this. But still, I feel like the majority of them doesn't fully understand what I'm going through. And I think it's normal. I think only someone that has passed through what I'm passing will truly understand. They can try to comprehend but I guess they'll never understand.
Some of them told me that everything was up to me, that I just needed to get out and live life, that I just had to change some things or that I had to see people with real problems to see that I had no reasons to complain. And more things. I know that they were coming from a good place and that they just wanted to help me. But the thing is, that doesn't help. At least it didn't help me. It just made me try to defend myself. It made not want to share things with them. But I didn't do that. I continued to share and I continued to talk to them because I knew that they came from a good place, they just had good intentions and wanted the best for me. I know they are worried about me. I know that they will be by my side always. Even if they don't agree with what I'm doing.
But I also know the difference between having someone that never dealt with someone with depression and someone that did. My parents and my brother showed me that there's a difference. When I just wanted to stay in my bedroom they respected that. They talked with me and they tried to see what was happening with me but they never said anything like "you need to get out", "you have to do something, you can't just be in your room". They gave me all the help I needed but they never forced anything. They let me do the things on my time. Eventually I started getting out and I started to try to live my life. And when that happened they were there. My brother took me to concerts and live comedy shows.
I'm not complaining about my friends!! I would never do that! They are one of the reason I'm here today, that I'm getting better each day. I understand that they can't fully understand what I'm going through. Just that!
Some of them told me that everything was up to me, that I just needed to get out and live life, that I just had to change some things or that I had to see people with real problems to see that I had no reasons to complain. And more things. I know that they were coming from a good place and that they just wanted to help me. But the thing is, that doesn't help. At least it didn't help me. It just made me try to defend myself. It made not want to share things with them. But I didn't do that. I continued to share and I continued to talk to them because I knew that they came from a good place, they just had good intentions and wanted the best for me. I know they are worried about me. I know that they will be by my side always. Even if they don't agree with what I'm doing.
But I also know the difference between having someone that never dealt with someone with depression and someone that did. My parents and my brother showed me that there's a difference. When I just wanted to stay in my bedroom they respected that. They talked with me and they tried to see what was happening with me but they never said anything like "you need to get out", "you have to do something, you can't just be in your room". They gave me all the help I needed but they never forced anything. They let me do the things on my time. Eventually I started getting out and I started to try to live my life. And when that happened they were there. My brother took me to concerts and live comedy shows.
I'm not complaining about my friends!! I would never do that! They are one of the reason I'm here today, that I'm getting better each day. I understand that they can't fully understand what I'm going through. Just that!
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