One of my good friends has been having a hard time lately. Out of nowhere, the past year has been under siege with some serious and debilitating bouts of anxiety. It’s hard to see him go through it and not be able to help. I send silly little messages of hope, and try and meet him at the train with coffee some mornings, to make the journey to work a little easier on the days he can manage, but it doesn’t feel like much. It’s heartbreaking and entirely unjust.
I know we all feel like we’re in the middle of something, and some days are better than others, but for some people, the getting out of bed is a struggle. I can’t imagine how powerless it feels, to be in the depths of.
Here’s to getting through and getting on, and to always being hopeful.