I love you. And I must admit that the post was hard for me to read since "the guilty take the truth to be hard." I deeply hope that I have been understanding. And that I have never put my short bouts of depression on par with yours. Annie's comment got me thinking. When I share my experiences with depression, I feel like I have to tell it as a comedy. I'm not good at thoughtful or profound. And does that hurt the cause?
Also, I have dear friends here who talk to me about their mental illness, and I can't totally empathize. And I can't completely understand. But I don't want to be judgmental. I want to be supportive. I want them to know that I love them. So I tell them they're amazing. I tell them that their experience sounds overwhelmingly hard. I tell them I don't know what to say. I tell them they inspire me.
Is this wrong? What should I say? What can I say to someone who struggles, who wants a friend? What can I say when I find their confessions shocking and difficult and overwhelming and yet convey my love and support for them?
Thanks for this post. Because ditto to what Deja said (wish I could be the two of you. You always know the right things to say.). I love your voice.