How to be a friend to a depressive
My childhood friend Bunny, bless her soul, knows exactly how to do it. When I fell into another clinical depression in 2014 after 12 years off medication—thanks to menopause, chemical imbalance, and the aftermath of a yearlong fight with breast cancer—I turned to my friends. I would call Bunny almost every night, sobbing at the least provocation, wondering why I was still alive.