Be There or Leave

​There isn’t many people that I care about. In life we aren’t always lucky enough to meet extraordinary people that we are lucky enough to call friends. Over the years, I have left behind broken friendships over stupid ass reasons. Some now were justified, but the overall reasons were pointless. However, each situation has shined light on what being a friend really means. I wrote a blog post a few months back about friends verse associates. This isn’t a repeat of that, but a post of a lesson well learned.
 
I have stated before that I am depressed, and have gone through deep depression in the past. I have a friend that now I isolating himself from everyone. It is his birthday month and he wants nothing to do with anyone. I had to question whether or not I was truly his friend or not. I say that because despite what he may or may not have been going through, isolation doesn’t make it better. It gives you time to focus on all of your flaws, pains, and fuck ups. For two weeks I didn’t reach out. I knew that he needed time, but it came to a point I was like I can’t let him do what I use to. Ignore the world and its problems. As his friend I needed to remind him that I was there and not going anywhere. It was that moment that I knew we were friends. I gave him the space he asked for, but I didn’t give him too much. I didn’t let him beat himself up over things he had no control over.  
 
Don’t let your friends suffer. Be their support system when they cannot hold themselves up. If you have to give them a little space that’s fine, but never stray too far. Be there just to be there. I know I’m always grateful when my friends show their support in my emotional mood swings. Tomorrow isn’t always promised, don’t waste today.