Depression With A Side Of Friends

Having friends is a pain in the ass, because they want to see you and do things. I haven’t been big on seeing people and doing things. I spent the bulk of the winter in hibernation. I went to work, took my dog to the dog park and locked myself up in my darkened room until it was time to get up and do it again.

Some of my friends gave up on me in the nicest possible way. They know that when I’m depressed, forcing me out of the house isn’t going to help. They’d check in every now and again to make sure I was alive, but they mostly left me alone.

When I’m depressed, I don’t want to leave the house, but sometimes, I wish my friends would try a little harder. Sometimes, I wish they would come over and pry me out, but we both know…