We’ve known each other since we were 5.
We are amongst the lucky few to have a friendship so pure, so easy, so effortless. Our time together, experiences, and pure understanding has nurtured a bond stronger than family.
I was there when you were surviving incest, though no one could admit it out loud and end it. I didn’t know. I was only a child, too. Then he went to jail for doing it to some other child. No one was really shocked but there was plenty of anger. You dedicated your life to studying the mind and helping others deal in similar situations. You have completely consumed yourself with it. I always looked at you with such respect. How strong you have always been. You are a survivor. You amaze me.
Now you have graduated school and no longer have assignments to consume your thoughts. As a result you are starting to crack. It’s breaking my heart. I am starting to find out about your suicidal spells, serious insomnia, and crippling fears. I am worried for you.
I want so badly to help, but I can’t even understand the situation and feelings involved.
This is beyond me. I feel helpless.