I have a highschool friend. When we went to college, as we were intimidated by the college life, we drifted apart from each other. But we kept in touch every now and then.
Then suddenly, she just stops contacting us. There were three of us. She doesn’t text us, she doesn’t message us, nothing. At first we thought she was just keeping up with school work, but then 2 months with nothing made us worry. So we started asking around, even our old classmates. And we found nothing. Just a few other questions and rumors born from scanty evidences.
When she finally contacted us, we found out she went to Singapore. She told us she had a “psychological” problem and had to go there to get a break from everything and to receive treatment. She had dysthymia.
Dysthymia is a chronic mood disorder which falls under depression, although milder than major depressive order*. She is depressed. I don’t know when it started, and how long it had been. She was right, we hardly notice it- she’s like me, she smiles a lot, laughs a lot. I don’t even know why. I don’t know the reason she became like that. And I was not being supportive. I’ve always judged people too much. I’ve always thought that people make their problem big, eventhough it’s not.
You see, I’m an over-critical girl. I am so harsh when it comes to judging people. I give praise when and where it is due- and sometimes too little. It didn’t occur to me that I may be hurting people like my friend. I may be hurting her by being over-critical when she is trying so hard to fit in, to somewhat be somehow “beautiful”, “accepted”. All I was thinking was, they should get over it if my statements hurt them- it’s the truth. Well, it’s not like that.
I love my friend so much. And now, I want to tell her that she’s beautiful, that I accept her, that I love her. But I can’t. She hasn’t been contacting us lately again.
I want to say sorry for everything I’ve put her through.
For every time that I didn’t tell her she’s beautiful. She’s beautiful because she’s made by God, and she’s loved by God and she’s more beautiful than the stars that shine above but can never feel the hurt and pain that comes with living and loving. My friend is very very beautiful.
For everytime that I didn’t tell her I love her. I love her because I realized that me being happy- it would never suffice. I realized that when others are happy- when they can feel God’s love through me- then it would make me truly happy. I love her.
Lord, let me not forget to tremble. - Tremble, Nichole Nordeman
“This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have Loved you.” -John 15:12
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