Yesterday, I found out that a good friend from high school died. We hadn’t spoken in years, but we were always on very good terms with each other. He overdosed, they don’t know if it was intentional. I’m pretty torn up inside. I hate knowing that he must have felt absolutely alone, and probably never knew how much he meant to me. We were both kind of outsiders in our friend group, and he went out of his way to make me feel included and accepted. He made high school more bearable. I wish I had bothered to tell him how much he changed my life during my formative years. I don’t know if it would have made a difference, in the end. Now I will have to live the rest of my life never telling him.
If you are feeling all alone, or like nobody cares, your depression is lying to you. There is always someone who you mean a lot to. They might not have told you, because we live in a society where people just don’t say those things. But trust me, someone cares deeply for you, and will feel absolutely gutted if you die.