He stopped by

just to make sure I was ok. I tried to get him not to but he came over anyway. I cried. He listened. 

Friendship is always good medicine. 

I’m not always a perfect friend. I fail miserably at it sometimes.  What he doesn’t know is that I asked God to help me and God delivered. 

I really don’t have a religion. I’m just a spiritual person. I’m a depressed person. I have crippling anxiety sometimes. I don’t always understand my thoughts and actions. 

I know I don’t deserve all of the good things that happen to me but they keep happening. I can only ask God to make me a better person and friend when I get well. ❤️