Carolyn came over this morning and just held me.
“I hate it when you are not feeling well. I feel so helpless and there seems there is nothing I can do,” She told me.
“Just be here for me,” I replied. “I just need a friend.”
We lay in my bed just listening to each other breath for the longest time.
“I get my injection in the morning,” I told her. “I think my medicine has run out. Mom is taking me. I don’t think I can drive right now.”
“Call me when you get home. I will be at work,” She said. “I just want to know you are okay.”
“I will,” I replied.
One of the hardest aspects of mental illness is not what YOU go through, but what it puts those you love through.