I suffered a deep depression while working in the newsroom of a newspaper. One of my coworkers, a great friend of mine, knew all about of my condition. When that all begun, I only could feel an enormous tiredness and I couldn’t stop crying. This was pretty embarrassing while I was in the newsroom full of people who could see me.
My friend always noticed that I had begun to cry before anyone else, and saying nothing she quietly, used to came to my desk and tell me: come with me. We then used to go out of the building, to the parking lot, to get some fresh air and she would comforted me and wouldn’t let me until I recomposed myself somehow, before coming back to continue working.
Eventually I went to the doctor and I had to stop working for a while. She was a great help for me in those dark days. I’m deeply grateful to her for had “rescued” me during those dreadful hours. She’s still my best friend.
in the picture, me, one of those years
Inspiring.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading and commenting
Thank you, hopefully you have remained well since.
I’ve had my ups and downs, but life goes on and i’ve learned to cope with my illness
Good on you that you have a real good friend! I found my way to transcend such dreadful times: https://lifelife2016.wordpress.com/
so you’ve find your solace in images and music. That’s great!