Jun 05, 2009 06:52
Sometimes I want to see him. I want to feel like he's hurting as much as I am, even though I'm pretty sure that he isn't. Was I just a blip on his life's radar. Do I have any lasting meaning to him? I'm slipping further and further down the rabbit hole.
Here's the letter I wrote to my recently divorced cousin, Frank...
Hey Frank,
How are you doing? I'm okay, sometimes. This past week has been hard, and I'm not sure why. I feel myself slipping deeper into a depression. Sometimes (like yesterday), I find it hard to do anything... get out of bed, brush my teeth, walk the dog, go to work. I tried to talk to my dad about it, but he kept saying (over and over again) that I need to "snap out of it" (which was the opposite of helpful). Sometimes I feel like I'm in so much pain, I don't know how I'll survive. I know what my dad would say about writing this. He would say that it's not fair to burden you with my thoughts. That by talking to you about how I'm feeling, I'm not being a good friend. But I think that a good friend is honest about how they feel. What do you think?
And more importantly, how are you doing?
Jess