Hey! It’s Wednesday! And nothing makes Wednesday more awesome than by going through the whole day thinking it’s Thursday. Yeah. That’s about where I’m at right now.

So today I was thinking a lot about my friends. Why? Because I’m an asshole and I forgot my friend’s birthday three days ago. That makes me sad because my friends are so very important to me. Being a transplant to Colorado, my friends are all that I have had the majority of the last 13 years. I’m pretty sure that I chose wisely, too. They are kind. They are compassionate. They are the kind of crazy that you want to have in your life. And they have swept me into their own families with open arms.

Unfortunately, I am not such a wonderful friend in return at times. Despite what some might say about me, I am a true introvert. And I don’t mean shy. I’m not shy by any stretch of the imagination. But here’s what happens when an introverted mind is stuck in a valley of despondence:

I don’t return calls or texts.

I make plans and then I bail out at the last second.

I remake the plans I bailed on and then I bail out again.

I let myself fall into a black hole where I read books and watch Doctor Who and I completely forget that I am a human being with responsibilities. (In this case, not so much of a good thing.)

If you look at me crooked, I’m going to cry.

I cannot be convinced to leave the house. Dave Grohl could be standing outside waiting to whisk me off into a life I’ve always dreamed of and I’d be like, “Go away or I’m calling the police.”

Here are other things that happen when I am stuck in the aforementioned valley:

My friends are calling. My friends are texting. My friends are threatening to show up, throw a hood over my head and kidnap me if I don’t get my ass off the couch. They know something’s wrong and they keep reaching for me.

I saw, many years ago now, a quote about Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. It summed up so simply what friendship is to a person who struggles with depression:

“One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he’s basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to be happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.”

So, first, to all of my friends… thank you. It sounds trivial to say that, but you have no idea just how thankful I am for you. How easy would it be to give up on me? Very. After I cancel plans for the 57th time, maybe you start to think I don’t like you when the reality is far from it.

Second, to all of you people who have a friend out there like me, PLEASE don’t give up on them. They need you. They love you. Don’t be afraid to ask how they are and don’t be afraid to tell them that you know they’re struggling. Keep reaching out for them.

~ AP