To my friend with depression,
I can’t promise to cure you. I’m not a mental health care professional and frankly, I give terrible advice.
I can’t promise not to make a joke. I’m funny by nature, and use humor as a coping mechanism.
But I can promise you this: I will never make a joke that is cruel or insensitive.
I will try to make you laugh and smile.
I will listen when you just want to talk or when you want to send me a 15 message rant.
I will tell you about the time I got my head stuck in a chair when you just need a distraction for a while.
I will go get ice cream with you.
We can watch a movie or drink in silence.
I will talk your ear off.
I will give you a hug even though I don’t like physical contact.
I will answer the phone when you call (or at least respond as soon as possible).
I will try not to cancel our plans.
I cannot promise that it will all be better – these things take time – but I promise to help you see the light a little bit every day.
I will help you list all the great things about this world when all you want to do is enter the darkness.
I will make you a coffee and hand you my colouring book.
I won’t pretend I know exactly how you feel. I don’t, but I will try to understand.
I won’t push you to talk about it, but I won’t recommend that you keep it bottled up.
I will encourage you to find the proper therapy.
No, I’m not going to cure you. But I will be here, because I want you to be here too.