A conventional friendship allows for the sharing of the highs and lows of life.
Peppered with uncensored exchange of thoughts, dreams, triumphs and failures--a friendship deepens.
Friendship with a depressive though, is by no means conventional.
I did not know this.
I have found that sharing the lows of life can serve as a comforting companion to some depressives.
Misery loves company--so to speak.
Simultaneously, I have also discovered that sharing the highs of life with a loved depressive almost certainly undermines a depressives' self-respect.
'My loved depressive' ended up feeling that my anecdotes were directed against her lifestyle and that she was a burden to me.
I thought that if I led by example--showed her how I fought depression--that I was helping her.
In fact, what it did was alienate her from me.
One can not be a support system for a depressive and a conventional friend at the same time.
How arrogant of me to think I could be both.
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