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My entire adult life, even after first being diagnosed with major depression (which was wrong ) my family never came to assist me in anything. Then as my illness got worse and worse, it was my best friend who was always there for me, not family. My family never bothered. Of course, my parents were deep into their alcoholic lives and my siblings were into their disfunctional lives so I'm not sure what I was hoping for.
My only friend, my best friend who was always there for me, died 12 years ago. I was never as good a friend for her. I regret that. I sat in the hospital room with her after they removed her right breast, part of her chest wall and the lymph node under her arm. I felt so useless.
So, I can understand why you like your friends more. I am very envious that you have friends. I have messed up in my adult life and let my tendency to isolate run rampant. Cherish those friends. They are gold.
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 Vickie
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