Also. :(
My friend's mother committed suicide. There are no words. I haven't heard anything from her in five days, but I'm trying to not ask, lest she feels pressured by it. I hope she's OK. She's probably still at her Dad's house.
She's anorexic and depressed, her father's depressed and suffered from cancer recently, her brother should be mentally OK but he has small children, how are they going to explain this so them?
The mother was a joyful person on the outside, a doctor, the rock of the family. She was HAPPY, or so it seemed. This was a huge shock.
I was quite depressed a couple of days after hearing this. But since I didn't know her that well, I'm already feeling better. It feels cruel to feel joyful when something so awful happened to your friend, but what would she benefit from my depression? Life goes on. It's just...
Sometimes I find it hard to believe in God. But I can't stop believing. She is there with Him and resting at last. I don't need to get it, I just need to worry about being a good friend.
She's anorexic and depressed, her father's depressed and suffered from cancer recently, her brother should be mentally OK but he has small children, how are they going to explain this so them?
The mother was a joyful person on the outside, a doctor, the rock of the family. She was HAPPY, or so it seemed. This was a huge shock.
I was quite depressed a couple of days after hearing this. But since I didn't know her that well, I'm already feeling better. It feels cruel to feel joyful when something so awful happened to your friend, but what would she benefit from my depression? Life goes on. It's just...
Sometimes I find it hard to believe in God. But I can't stop believing. She is there with Him and resting at last. I don't need to get it, I just need to worry about being a good friend.