...it is still really difficult to find the right words. Maybe because you know just how much saying the right thing matters, maybe because your empathy with them means you know there are no right words, maybe because you know that no matter how much empathy you have with them you can never truly know what they're feeling.
I hate seeing people having a bad day, especially when I'm having a good day. Sometimes it makes me frustrated ('why are you ruining my good mood? I need to savour this!), but usually it just makes me feel determined to have more good days because I don't want people to see me be so inconsolably miserable.
The person in question is one of my best friends, I love him so much. Fortunately this means I know him, I can go some way to making his bad mood bearable, even if I can't make it good.
I just want to demonstrate there is a lot of variables that make a mental illness, and the strong emotion they bring - all sufferers are different, all sufferers' variables are set differently.
I hate seeing people having a bad day, especially when I'm having a good day. Sometimes it makes me frustrated ('why are you ruining my good mood? I need to savour this!), but usually it just makes me feel determined to have more good days because I don't want people to see me be so inconsolably miserable.
The person in question is one of my best friends, I love him so much. Fortunately this means I know him, I can go some way to making his bad mood bearable, even if I can't make it good.
I just want to demonstrate there is a lot of variables that make a mental illness, and the strong emotion they bring - all sufferers are different, all sufferers' variables are set differently.
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