In my life, I've had not a lot of friends (many acquaintances but not a lot of friends). I think that is probably the case for most people. I just think a lot of folks call acquaintances "friends" because they like to think that's the case. I've never deluded myself that way. I've always been pretty aware of who fell into which category, and that's what brings me to this post.
My friends rock. Straight up. Even if I haven't talked to some of them in months or years, I know, because they've shown me, that when I need them, they're there for me. And I don't mean to help me move some furniture or something (though I think they would), but for really important things. I suffer from depression, and up until recently, I had only told a couple of people. But when I put forth a call for help, my friends responded in force, and thanks to that, I was able to get through a real rough patch. So I thank them for that, and for just showing me what real friends are. That by itself helps bolster my mental defenses.
I've always wanted to be a good friend like that, and I think I've succeeded and I've failed at different times in my life. I like to think that right now, I'm being the best friend I can be to the most important person in my life, the kind of friend she wants, needs, and deserves. And I want to be that kind of friend to those who have stuck with me and my BS through the years.
I'm grateful that I've made friends who understand what friendship truly is, and what it's worth. I think of a lot of them as family, and as far as I'm concerned, family you earn, family you choose is much stronger than those you have by simple genetics. So thank you for being there for me, regardless of what's going on. I hope to be as good to you.
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