How My Best Friend Rescued Me From Depression

There is nothing scarier to me than a breakdown, finding yourself tumbling down an Alice-style rabbit hole into depression with no idea how to rescue yourself from it. That’s why every day I am thankful for my friend; she is the hand reaching down to pick me up every single time.
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There is nothing scarier to me than a breakdown, finding yourself tumbling down an Alice-style rabbit hole into depression with no idea how to rescue yourself from it. That’s why every day I am thankful for my friend; she is the hand reaching down to pick me up every single time.

Eve and I didn't like each other at first, but after realising we were equally as strange, we clicked. I try my hardest to never take her for granted, and let her know that I appreciate everything she does for me, because what she does is irreplaceable.

Me and my best friend Eve - on the left.

Me and my best friend Eve - on the left.

She gave me a home and she always gets me through the really shit times in life. The ones that come round more often than I ever expected. Friendships are peculiar. A lot of them only make real sense if you are one of the people in them and it’s quite hard to define them to others.  We can sometimes slip into the habit of taking our friends for granted, or not fully appreciating what they do for us because we become accustomed to it. I often meet people who are so focussed on constantly making new friends to secure an idea of popularity that they neglect the friends that have always been there for them.

I used to rely on my doctor for advice, support and an outlet for my not-so-normal ranting. I was young and ill and ‘troubled,’ or whatever you want to call it.

I still am, I have my bags full of mental, but after many years I realised that the solution to my problems, the calmness I eventually reached, never came from a hospital visit or from a doctor, but from someone a lot closer to home - my best friend. 

Sure therapy or counselling is good, but it genuinely freaks me out that I’m supposed to open my heart and mind to a guy who doesn’t know me at all, who will then analyse me within the hour. There’s something really messed up about that idea. Plus, it takes me a long time to get comfortable and let people in.

I can tell a funny story to someone I barely know, but it’s never more than the tip of the iceberg. My personal life is very much private. A stranger was not going to get past that. What I needed was something secure.

There is nothing scarier to me than a breakdown, finding yourself tumbling down an Alice-style rabbit hole into depression with no idea how to rescue yourself from it. That’s why every day I am thankful for my friend; she is the hand reaching down to pick me up every single time.

But she's also there for my favourite moments. She teaches me about my mistakes, helps me understand things I don’t get and she calms me down when my mood swings start.

She isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m being a dick or when I’m in the wrong. She calls me out on shit things I do or say but supports me when I’m right. She keeps me on track throughout my day, reminding me of work to do, places I have to be, food I need to eat. No one could do this for me but her. There's so much we couldn't do without friends. There are so many experiences we wouldn't have, so many problems we couldn't solve, bad moods we could not cure and good moods that simply wouldn't exist. 

My friends have provided me with a sanctuary, a place to be truly myself, without judgement or negativity, that's filled with love and compassion. The only acceptance I need in my life is from my friends, because they’re the relationships that ultimately matter.Follow Katie on Twitter @katielizawright