My Best Friend Understands My Depression

I know that things have not been easy lately, trust me, if anyone knows it’s me. The truth is, I haven’t been myself lately. In fact, I’ve been the furthest from myself that I’ve ever been. Some days, I feel like I’m not even in my own body and am, instead, a ghost sitting in the room, watching my life drift past me as I stand idly in a corner. There are moments where I feel as though I could crawl out of my own skin, uncomfortable to even live in the notion of reality. Others where I feel I am drowning and gasping for air. No, it hasn’t been easy.

But, despite all of my struggles and disastrous days, you have been the light at the end of my cold, dark, desolate tunnel every single day.

 

From every phone call to check up on me, to every text message during the day—the endless emojis, tagging me in memes to make me laugh. To all of the big things you’ve done, like helping me find a new therapist, talking me off a ledge, trying to find the good when everything seems so, so bad.