One of the hardest things I had to do was tell my friends and family that I had depression. Why is this so hard? Why did I put so much thought and worry into this? Why did I hold such a taboo and stigma over the word Depression?
Depression is not a dirty word.
We need to break down the self-imposed stigma related to mental health. It exists in our society. I bet that you either know someone who has it, or someone who is close to it. And I hope that you are as wonderful as the friends and family I have.
I have truly been humbled by the thoughts, actions and words of my friends. I could’ve easily kept up the game face with them, kept pushing them aside and making up lies to avoid seeing them. But, Az said that they deserved the truth and that they’d stand by me. He was right. More than I knew.
Some friends didn’t know what to say. But that was ok because they knew what to do. They were just there. They just said ‘we love you and it’s ok’. Hugs were real. Not flimsy, little, brief touchy touchy hugs. Real, firm, never want to let go hugs. So words weren’t needed in the beginning.
When the words did start to come, they were enough to send me to tears. Not sad tears. But tears I hadn’t felt in a long time. Tears of joy. Pure delight to know that I have friends in my life who are just, to sound cliché’ AMAZEBALLS!!
This post is for you guys. To make sure you know just how much I bloody well love you. To let you know that each text message, phone call, email, wave, hug, dinner, coffee, Facebook chat, walk and smile was so important to me. I will always cherish the way you handled me, the support you give me and the way you make me laugh. I truly am blessed to have you in my life and I want you to know that each and every one of you , make me want to be the Best Version of Me.
These days are my days… and my friends are the best a girl could have!