I had a get together with my best friend the other day, (i don’t see him very often as he works abroad), we were talking and catching up on things and I confided about how things had been tough lately and I had let things get to me but I was holding up.
I likened our friendship to being in the trenches, someone who has got your back, someone who you wouldn't hesitate to die for if you needed to, someone that you love like family.
Trust and loyalty.
I said to him that hanging out and talking to him was a good thing in my life a sense of release and escape.
No judgment.
Normality.
Some people pay someone for this.
I, because of my illness, am one of those people.
It’s just another thing I do, but hanging with friends is much needed, no medication or therapy can substitute it.
Yes occasionally I let things get to me, I am human, but seeing my friend and just being can’t be bought.
I like to think, so there is never awkward silence, just good times and for a little while my crazy world slips away.
When I get down, it’s like words can’t console me but just spending time with friends and my 2 beautiful children it forces me to snap out of it and wake up.
Things could be far worse.
I used to say I am the richest man alive before I became ill and I still stand by that.
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