Being a friend…

So, this has had me thinking for the last while. What is a friend. About two years ago, having lost most of mine to this diagnosis I thought I knew what a friend was, turned out I was wrong. Completely wrong, and the pain of what she did to me landed me in a hospital bed for a week.

I remember not wanting to be alive back then. Not understanding how someone I thrusted whole heartily could stab me in the back and not give a hoot.


This week a friend reminded me of what friendship is. She’s seen me through many meltdowns by just looking me in the eyes and saying come in. Letting me bend her ear or just cry when I felt like death warmed up, she’s been there true it all and without question.


If if you have a friend like that – remind them that you love them. They should be treated like gold.

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