Talk things out with a friend. True friendship is a gift to be treasured.
People don't always have that friend to confide in, and some would prefer not to talk to others, out of embarrassment or the need for privacy.
Me and my best friend in all the world, from high school...my old buddy Patty Faye...lived down the road from me, and we were best friends from 1960 up till 1993, when I lost her to cancer. We'd always confide in each other, as our marriages were so bad, and I know when I left her house, I'd feel like a million dollars, like a ton of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders, and I know she felt the same. We never really resolved much, but we sure enjoyed our talks and knew we weren't alone. After our talks, I know the whole world seemed right again and tomorrow was a new day.
That's the thing. We don't always need to have the answers when a friend is going through depression. Just the fact that they know we're there because we really care and love them, sometimes is enough, and they realize that. People aren't always looking for answers. Just a friend who cares. A soft, safe place to fall, where you know you won't be judged, criticized, or made to feel stupid. You can just be yourself and it's okay.
Venting is freeing and good therapy. You know you're not alone and can go on. You know this too, shall pass. Talking things out with someone you believe cares about you and will just listen, is the most healing and comforting thing in the world. Just knowing you've actually been heard.
Those talks gave Patty and I great strength, and our lives did improve. Thanks my darling, Patti. I sure love ya and miss ya.
Reach out to others who are hurting. It will bless you, as well as them. We do make a difference.
