Yesterday morning, she texted me and asked if I wanted to meet for lunch and I said "Yes." I was nervous, but it happened so quickly that I didn't have time to fuss over it. I grabbed a couple of high school yearbooks and drove to her place.


I pulled up and we said hello to each other. She has definitely changed since the last time I saw her almost 20 years ago. She was taller and almost my height (I'm 5'10) and definitely wasn't the spunky pain-in-the *** (I mean that in jest) little kid that I remember. We went to IKEA to pick up some stuff for her cottage. We then picked up something to eat, went back to her place and talked about our mental health experiences. We then looked at the yearbooks and had a few laughs at the pictures, stories and memories we all had.


It was refreshing talking to someone face-to-face who has gone through a somewhat similar situation, and understood me. I'll admit, I was a tad uneasy being in her house, but she did her best to make me feel comfortable.

I certainly hope I can catch up with others as well.