Since the last time I wrote, I’m doing a lot better. My depression isn’t so bad these days. I felt more happy in the past two weeks, probably because I finally saw my friends who I haven’t seen since the end of December.
I can’t begin to explain how important friendships are. A lot of people say to keep your circle small, which is exactly what I do. But I am so blessed to have 13 of the sweetest, funniest, most caring people you’ll ever meet.
They’re the friends who will know your sad and send you long texts to let you know that they’ll be there for you whenever you need. They’re the friends that are there for the good times, and especially the bad. They’re the friends that will be down to do anything and even be down to do nothing, as long as we’re all together.
In October when my father passed away, my friends showed up to both memorials, with no invitation whatsoever. I didn’t tell them, my sister didn’t tell them, they just showed up. They didn’t even know my dad, but they came and supported us during our hardest time.
It’s kind of a beautiful thing, strangers meeting and clicking instantly to form a bond that can’t be broken. These people have become more like a family to me. We’ve done some pretty fun things together. Concerts, vacations away from home, sleepovers, countless parties. And we support each other through everything. Basketball games, new jobs, better opportunities, we are always cheering each other on.
I haven’t been able to see them as much as I like because of the depression. And because a certain someone is crazy and doesn’t like when I go out. But being with my friends makes me happy. Some people don’t have a good ass group of friends like me, so they don’t understand. They don’t understand the need and want to be around people who care and love you, who make you laugh and smile. Who are just genuinely good people, who are positive about everything in life. I’m blessed to have these friends. Random appreciation post for my squad. ❤️