Its just been in the last few weeks that it kinda clicked in my head that it wasn’t my mental health problems getting in the way of people loving me. I just haven’t met many people who actually love and care for ALL of me. My best friend of only 3ish years has always been supportive when I’m in the middle of a severe depressive episode, or when my anxiety is through the roof. There is no “why are you depressed? Stop worrying it’ll be fine, just get out of bed, etc.” she doesn’t have to say anything, just the fact that she is there and makes an attempt to understand me and my emotions helps more than any ones harsh words. She has opened my eyes to the fact that I’m not too much to deal with, but that no one ever made an attempt to understand all of me. I am truly grateful that she is in my life.
