Unfiltered Story #18623

I recently told a friend of mine about my anxiety and depression. One day depression was kicking my butt, but I was trying to not let it show. I let him know over text that I wasn’t feeling 100% and he was concerned. He was patient when I didn’t feel like talking and gently encouraged me to eat, sleep, move around etc. Even though it took me several hours to move from the couch, he was so proud of me for eating pizza for dinner at 10 pm and actually going to sleep. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but on days where I feel useless and empty and broken, just knowing someone is there is enough