One time I was very depressed and a little psychotic. I just sat and stared into space for hours—not really aware of my surroundings unless somebody jarred me out of my trance. The night before I was hospitalized for it, I spent with my friend so I would be safe. She has a 14 year old daughter. I was sitting out on their patio just staring into space. The young teen came out and talked to me for a few minutes. She acted like nothing was wrong—even though I could not hardly talk. I still think about that and how special it was that she tried to reach out to me. Her taking a few minutes to chat with me really meant a lot to me—it still does.