There have been many times in my life where I thought people were my ‘real’ friends. I met with an old friend of mine from way back in the day tonight and it had been a long time since we hung out. It was so refreshing as we were able to truly just be ourselves, like no time had past. He told me that when he made some bad choices that in the end a lot of his friends seem to have abandoned him. I knew exactly what he was feeling. When I was in the hospital barely anyone came to visit me, and my friends no longer wanted to live with me. Having a mental illness can be a scary thing when you fear you may lose your friends. I learned a lot through my own experiences with diagnosis and seeking help. There were a few people that stuck around, and others who would come to the psych ward and play pong, or even a friend who would make me CDs to pass the time; it drove me nuts, my mother called me from Kamloops every day-yes every single day. Although painful, I realize there was a gift in the illness, which is finding out who really loved me. It was not those kids down at the club, and certainly not everyone I called a friend. A friend is someone you can be fully self expressed with and they are there for you no matter what. Through the highs and the lows and pushing those breakdowns into breakthroughs. Thanks Jordan for being my friend. I love you! xo
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