My friend told me about trying to kill herself and being in a mental hospital for the summer. I was about 15 or 16 when she told me. I can't remember now what i said to her but it made her feel better, whatever it was.
I never brought it up again.
I didn't ever think too too much on it either. I tried to concentrate on the good things about our lives and our friendship. We had fun together, being alive together. That is what i thought would help her most. I never thought that talking more about her problems would make her feel even better, maybe. I've never thought that until now. Now she's healthy and happy....and i'm not. But i haven't told her. We live with a few states between us now, so we only talk on the phone and she doesn't know all the things that have gone wrong with me know. I'm terrified of telling her, even though she could probably relate more than anyone else i know...
I think that a common misconception is that people think if they don't talk about something, or even think about it, then it just goes away. It's not that they don't care, it's that they don't know what to do, and just try to wish it away. I wish things worked like that.
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