I've had many friends over the years with depression and eating disorders and ADD, almost to the point where I can say, "I know someone who's had everything." It's hard for me to deal with sometimes. All of these intelligent, beautiful, supportive, one-of-a-kind people going through such hell. I hate sitting in my room feeling helpless because I can't think of a way to help them. If I do this, they might get angry, if I do that, it might just make things worse. It's gotten to the point where the best I can muster up the nerve to say is, "I'm sorry you're going through this. I'm here if you need me." I can't think of all these beautiful wonderful words that everyone else seems to just pluck out of the air, but that's not the thing I want to be able to do. I don't really care if it's the most beautiful thing they ever heard. All I want is to be able to be helpful. Even if it's just for one fleeting moment.

Sometimes, I think that's the best thing to do. Let them know that you're there for them if they need you. There are times when help is the last thing they want. They need to get through some things on their own, as do we all. So, I depend on their own ability to know when they need help and I hope that's the best thing to do at the moment.

I just worry though, that maybe it's not enough. I wish I knew when to do what or other things I could do. But, I'm on the outside looking in and the window gets kinda foggy every now and then...

-Britt
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