Tuesday - Don't Give Up
Apr. 25th, 2006 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on my drive into work, I was made a point of looking over at The Ferris Wheel as I drove past it, just to make sure I didn't see anyone I know standing next to it. A friend of mine is going through a rough patch, and I've been worried she might do something permanent, like leaping out of the car before her ride is meant to come to a stop. I didn't see her there, though, and when I contacted a mutual friend once I got to work I was told that she is doing better.
I'm relived, but still worried. Clinical depression is about as painful of a condition as a person can endure. Watching someone in the grips of it leaves you feeling helpless. If I had never been through it myself, I might be less worried. Ignorance about how powerful it's hold on a person is would be bliss at this point.
I caught the eye of The Carney this morning, but he just shrugged his shoulders at me. There's nothing he can do about it, apparently. He's the ultimate neutral party. The living are overly concerned with death, but Death is not overly concerned with the living.
I've contact the people in close proximity to this friend and I ask them to keep an eye on her. I keep her in my mind, hoping that somewhere, some how, my positive energy might be felt. I make arrangements to get her some things I have that will help her in her dire straits, and I hope for the best. I've lived through clinical depression myself, though I haven't had to deal with near the catastrophes and stress she's had come at her all at once. I've told her that things will get better, and I hope she believes me. There is one perk to reaching rock bottom; the only direction to go from there is up.
I've put in a suggestion to The Carney, that maybe he can speed up her ride and hurry her life through this bumpy part, then slow it down again when she her car starts to move away from the dirt and rise toward the blue sky. I'm hoping she holds on tight stays on the ride and realizes that it will be fun again.
I'm relived, but still worried. Clinical depression is about as painful of a condition as a person can endure. Watching someone in the grips of it leaves you feeling helpless. If I had never been through it myself, I might be less worried. Ignorance about how powerful it's hold on a person is would be bliss at this point.
I caught the eye of The Carney this morning, but he just shrugged his shoulders at me. There's nothing he can do about it, apparently. He's the ultimate neutral party. The living are overly concerned with death, but Death is not overly concerned with the living.
I've contact the people in close proximity to this friend and I ask them to keep an eye on her. I keep her in my mind, hoping that somewhere, some how, my positive energy might be felt. I make arrangements to get her some things I have that will help her in her dire straits, and I hope for the best. I've lived through clinical depression myself, though I haven't had to deal with near the catastrophes and stress she's had come at her all at once. I've told her that things will get better, and I hope she believes me. There is one perk to reaching rock bottom; the only direction to go from there is up.
I've put in a suggestion to The Carney, that maybe he can speed up her ride and hurry her life through this bumpy part, then slow it down again when she her car starts to move away from the dirt and rise toward the blue sky. I'm hoping she holds on tight stays on the ride and realizes that it will be fun again.
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Date: 2006-04-26 01:59 am (UTC)I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I hope your friend pulls through OK.
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