Speaking of Dignity…

Depression and friendship are usually at opposite ends of the spectrum, for good reason. Friends really can get sick of the flaky friend who makes plans then bails then calls in needy fashion (or they’re high/drunk/over medicated) to talk your ear off for 3 hours just to bail again the next day. It’s understandable that relatively normal people eventually decide to throw the depressed ones out with Tuesday’s recycle. Even if it’s just for a month or two. Consider it a ‘friend cleanse’ minus the wheatgrass smoothie.

And for the depressed ones it’s not much different. We count on those friends but then we are simultaneously repulsed and terrified of them; or rather, repulsed and terrified that either a.) we become them or b.) we won’t be come them.

Confused yet? Ya, me too. Isn’t depression fun?

Real friends will always point out what you’re doing right and they will usually point out what you are doing wrong. Sometimes at the same time as they’re telling the horrified onlookers that you got out on a day pass.

Best friends will probably be with you through all of it, holding your purse while yelling “You got this, bitch!” as you stumble over a fence in the dark trying to pee next to a herd of cows. You know, dignified shit.

So, whether you’re constantly fighting the black dog in the corner or you’re just muddling through life adulting as best you can, if you have a person in your life that you get excited to see –and I mean like an 8-year-old visiting Disneyland for the first time excited– then you need to cherish those fuckers. Handle them with care. They are gold and if they are continually in your corner no matter how stupid your latest decision is (extra points if they were with you during said stupid decision), then you hang on to those gems and you let those fuckers shine without letting them out of your sight. Seriously. You have no idea just how lucky you are.

Life is too short for ugly shoes and boring friends.

Also….Take Your Meds!

She’s the whiskey to my shotglass