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Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. There are some good questions to be found here, but my high schoolers would find it all a bit cheesy. Probably more suited for a junior high crowd. Amazon Giveaway allows you to run promotional giveaways in order to create buzz, reward your audience, and attract new followers and customers. Learn more about Amazon Giveaway. I have always been overweight, and I stressed about that. It got to the point where I just wanted rest. Read more "Something inside me snapped.
I felt like I deserved everything that was wrong in the world I found ways to feel ashamed for any happiness I experienced. I was born into an upper-middle class family, in a predominately white city. My family was one of the only biracial families in our whole town, and maybe the only biracial family with money. I was always the odd one out. I was a chubby, biracial girl who could somehow afford to be at a country club.
While I managed to have friends, and hardly anyone was outwardly rude, I knew that my appearance contributed to my unpopularity. In additional to all of this, I was diagnosed with Lupus at the age of twelve. So then I became the fat black girl with an invisible chronic disease.
Everything went downhill from there. I was diagnosed with depression, as well as social anxiety disorder. I began self-harming during my freshman year of high school, and had strong thoughts of suicide for almost three years. I stopped trying in school because I knew that at any point I could snap and kill myself, so what was the point? Read more "It's easy to hate yourself, I think.
It's easy to point out flaws and to see what's ugly about yourself, and find a million different reasons as to why you're not good enough. The hard part is loving yourself. While I don't particularly go out of my way to hide this fact, I also fear how people react toward me when they find out. Read more "I've been coming to terms with the fact that it's a temporary part of who I am, and the people who stick around and support me are the people I want in my life.
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I would worry and overthink too much; but things were quite normal until this happened. It seemed like I was not the one talking, but my soul was. Going through de personalization for over a year, had not been easy, but it surely was a blessing in disguise. I thought I would turn crazy. There was a kind of a wall that separated me from the real world, and I could feel myself floating in the atmosphere. Everything seemed like an illusion, but this phase made me a very strong person. I used to hate being in that condition, for it was so suffocating. At one point, the phase reached its limit, and thoughts of committing suicide occurred to me.
This was scary, but I kept telling myself that I was different, and I was lucky to go through something like this.
After a few months, I felt myself coming back, but unfortunately, I did not like it. I was so used to being in my own fancy world, that coming back to the real world was horrific. Humans started to scare me, and I was afraid of socialising. Since It was my first year at design school, I began to push myself a little to talk to people. Doing that, I just moulded myself into a different person all together.
One day I would wake up with a crazy mood swing, while the other day I would wake up being happy. Yes, I lost a lot of friends because I had stopped talking to them and had distanced myself way too much; but I was lucky to have a good support from my parents and a few close friends. Now, when I look back, I feel so blessed.
The universe chose me out of a billion people to go through some thing so beautiful. I am so happy to gain so many philosophical thoughts about life. Being happy is the only thing that matters. You've always got to be a learner, and grow. You've got to smile. Read more Racheal I've struggled with depression since I was a teenager. It started when my parents went through an ugly divorce and my mom never did forgive and I've never really forgiven her.
Depression and anxiety have ruined relationships. It's only now I've come to realize that. It's only recently I've reached out for help. I'm a single mother living on her own for the first time in years. I've lived with family or boyfriends since I was The fear and stress of trying to make it on my own and raise my son has made the anxiety and depression worse. I've suffered numerous panic attacks that are debilitating. I don't leave my house except for work and even that's difficult. But I have reached out to a few friends and I'm now seeing a therapist and I'm taking meds and I'm slowly getting better.
Three quick breaths and I slipped under. I pushed my body up, took a long breath in, and wept. Several weeks earlier my nervous system was triggered and I had a panic attack. It felt like two fists were squeezing the air out of my lungs. But the panic and anxiety stayed. My interests and passions vanished. Connections with people I cared about and loved disappeared. Anguish and hopelessness took up residence in my mind. I crawled out of the bathtub and fell into bed. A powerful urge I'd never felt appeared inside of me. I gasped for air. My mind raced fast.
It was an urge to kill myself. Deep in my prefrontal cortex was a tiny neon sign blinking HELP. I called my brother. Texted friends and neighbors. The bed shook as I tried to contain the suicidal urge. I was in the ER by the next morning. Chaos surrounded me in the hallway where I laid in bed unmedicated, wearing nothing more than a hospital gown.
Nurses and doctors asked, "What was your plan? The cops interviewed me. An ambulance took me to another hospital with a psychiatric ward. For two weeks I ate food that tasted like rubber and slept in a bed that felt like cardboard. My blood was drawn each day. Several interviews later, I was told what I was up against: It was a perfect storm.
After my discharge, I took time off from work to begin an intensive treatment program. It's been emotionally and physically exhausting. As my brain rewires and I create new patterns of thinking and behavior, I'll think about my loving family, thoughtful friends, kind neighbors, caring boss and co-workers, magical treatment therapists, brave therapy group, nurturing social worker, honest psychiatrist, and long-time psychotherapist who'll catch me when I fall and continue to help me heal.
I had an accident last year, , where I was driving and I hit someone on their motorcycle. It was mutual, both parties are wrong. A man, a woman, and their child. Nobody gets hurts, except the lady got a sprained ankle from falling down to asphalt from the motorcycle. Everything ended up fine, they forgave me and I paid for the medical bills. The thought of that accident is still on my mind, being replayed every 10 minutes. What if it was more than that? What if there the woman turns out to have more pain than just a sprained ankle?
And after that thought, it always ends up in a panic attack.
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Being born and raised in an Asian family gave you one thing, you never talk about your feelings. Read more Caroline I've had depression for as long as I can remember. I was in and out of foster from 6 til I was serially abused as a child by my father. I guess these have all been contributing factors to my depression. It became worse when I was in high school. I never fit in anywhere and no one understood the constant battle I fought in my own head. I joined band,played sports,even joined some clubs but never found anyone who could relate to me.
I felt so alone. I used to cut in high school. It was on my upper thigh where no one could see. I didn't do it for attention. I did it because cutting and the pain actually stopped me from crying and feeling anything. It was break from who I was in my own head. As an adult my depression has become worse and now anxiety plagues my mind too. Everyday I live in constant fear that I am not good enough for my friends, for my loved ones, for my significant other or even for my job. When I wake up I have to convince myself that getting out of bed today will be good for me even though I don't feel that way.
It's a struggle not to just lay in bed all day and pretend the world around me doesn't exist. It doesn't help that I don't have many people,even now, who understand what it's like. I have people tell me over and over to stop being depressed that I have no reason to be. My adoptive dad passed away last November and the monthsame that have followed have been some of the worst in my life. I'm looking into therapy now. I think it may help to talk to someone about the chaos in my head. I think mental illness needs to be more openly discussed so those who suffer feel more comfortable talking about their problems.
I am not my depression. Read more Angela About seven months ago I started to feel more anxious that I normally would. I thought I could solve it and get through with that but suddenly it became unbearable. I couldn't sleep at night and I didn't want to eat. Then depression started to kick in, as well as the panic attacks. I accepted that I had and have a problem and that I needed help. I am going through medical treatment and therapy and that helped a lot.
Other things that helped a lot was knowing that there were other people out there who are going through that as well, sharing there experiences and telling you that that is not going to last forever, that there is a way out. I also learned to be kinder with myself, to understand that I'm not perfect and that I needed to change somethings in my life.
I have existed with it every day for the last 14 years. I am not depression and depression is not me, yet it is a big part of who I am. Without it, who would I be? In a way, that sounds crazy, because I used to beg my mind to calm down and be normal.
Like any illness, it takes care. It was more than simply a feeling, it was a state of being. My brain felt stuck on autopilot. Realizing this, I was afraid of what it meant about me as a person. Constantly planning out your own death is exhausting. Eventually I admitted to myself that I needed help, but had no idea where to start. The class clown, the most popular one around. The reality was that I was dying inside. Over the next few months, I had my first panic attacks.
When the first one happened, I almost went to the emergency room because I couldn't understand why I couldn't breathe. I asked my boyfriend to check on me throughout the night to make sure I didn't just stop breathing in my sleep. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me or why this happened all of a sudden. I didn't want to take medication, because that felt like admitting I had a serious problem and I didn't want to be numbed or become addicted to the pills. I thought I be able to just work through it and get past it.
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I started going to a Christian counselor, who helped me recognize that the anxiety didn't have to define me. But a couple months later I felt depression coming on, and after a night where I doubted if I'd ever feel joy again, I decided to start medication in addition to the therapy.
Read more When I started to open up to people about it, I soon learned that SO many people are going through these diseases. And they are just that: Rebecca The hardest part was admitting to myself that something was wrong, let alone admitting it to others as well.
Throughout college I was the one who had everything together. Nearly perfect GPA, president of multiple extracurriculars, volunteering every weekend YOU are my role model," I felt like a rubber band was twisting tighter and tighter around my chest. I used to wonder how no one could see the fear and sadness in my eyes as my facial features forced themselves into what I envisioned as the phoniest smile. Read more I am slowly accepting that I am a human being and we are all imperfect, myself included. That complete recovery is possible. I never really believed that my eating disorder would be my death sentence.
Throughout my treatment and recovery, it was often stated or implied that I would struggle, to some degree, with my eating disorder for the rest of my life i.
One night, after 6 years of physical, emotional, and psychological torment and self-abuse, I simply got tired of it. I finally became more afraid of missing out on life than I was of living without my eating disorder as a crutch. The eating disorder was simply not serving me anymore. So I let it go. I cried, and I prayed, and I took a deep breath; I knew I was done. The next week, I flew to France for four months. I explored and got lost every day; I treated myself to whatever I wanted in the patisseries; I spontaneously traveled to other parts of Europe. I felt alive and at peace for the first time in my life, and I have spent every day of the past eight years looking forward instead of backward.
Today, I am not anorexic. I am not in recovery — I am recovered. Our minds and willpower are incredibly strong and resilient when we believe in real change. I learned that nothing in life is worth falling apart over. Sunshine My name is Sunshine. I am the mom to ten children, five of which are adopted from foster care. I was a foster kid myself, and lived in the same group home as two of my adopted children, 16 years before them. I ended up in foster care as a teen. Growing up with just my younger sister and father, I don't remember much from before the age of I was molested and mentally abused.
I went to bed as a kid afraid he would come in my room at night. Locking the door didn't help, as he just used a hanger to pop the lock. I tried putting super glue in the handle, and I just got in trouble. I threw tacks all around the floor of my bed once, then hurriedly picked them all up, afraid. It was years before we were taken out of the home. During adolescence I had two major suicide attempts, and one in adulthood less than a year ago. I'm a quiet, introverted person by nature, and carry my burdens alone. I take care of everyone else—that is my job. Read more I have a visible daily reminder that I can do this, that it's not my fault, and we truly are champions in this grandly imperfect world.
Kit Knight The cold of the stock was immediately noticeable. It was lighter than I thought it would be, and the hammer looked easy to pull. I still don't know what 9mm was referring to. My hand was slightly trembling when the gun store clerk let me hold the Glock, but he didn't notice. In Arizona, it's easier to buy a gun than borrow a book from the library. That's the last time I held a gun.
I had detailed plans to commit suicide so that no one, including EMTs, would be traumatized. How did I get there? My narcissist mother once told me to "fight it," inferring that I can defeat depression by thinking about it. Trying to fight depression like that is like trying to fight a ghost. I did go to therapy, but I didn't tell my therapist the truth. I did benefit from the therapy a little, but when my second wife abandoned me and took our cute little Jack Russell terrier, I had to make a choice: Read more I don't give a shit how mentally "strong" someone is. We are all vulnerable to these conditions.
I had to make a choice: Marlene Sauer My mother consistently abused me and my brother. She would pin me down on my bed and sit on top of me, screaming into my face, her nose an inch from mine. She covered my nose and mouth with her hands until I couldn't breathe. She told me that I was the devil, that I ruined her life, that she should have aborted me, that she would kill herself to get away from me.
She hit my father and bit my brother. Her moods shifted quickly and she sometimes would be praising me the very same day, telling me how much she loved me and how proud she was, holding me tight and stroking my arms and thighs. I survived the trauma by "going away"—dissociating so effectively that I have very few memories of my years living with my parents.
Read more I survived the trauma by "going away"—dissociating so effectively that I have very few memories of my years living with my parents. There was even a period of time really recently where I made the conscious decision to stop. I have done so much work on separating who I am and what my story is and constantly writing about it was making that difficult.
I no longer wanted to define myself or be defined by the things I have been through or my illnesses. I wanted to find the real me under the layer of story and events. I process through writing and always have. I journaled obsessively for most of my life. It was and is how I cope. I also know how important the value of helping people through shared experience is. So yeah, I still am getting to know who I am under those layers. And yes, I still am shedding my story to make room for new stories. But I doubt I will ever stop writing about those times and those experiences because while they are not who I am they have a large part to do with who I have become.
And for that I am grateful. By the time I was nineteen I weighed over lbs. I was begging for help and the stigma of mental health and the type of eating disorder I suffered from was overpowering that need. I have a binge eating disorder. Only recently within the last few years was B.
Read more I have a binge eating disorder. Chris Monson When I was 15, I started binging and purging. I didn't know it at the time, but what I was doing would soon evolve into bulimia. My bulimia triggered a landslide of sorts, because one day I was bulimic, the next I was bulimic and manic depressive, and then somewhere in there social anxiety came out.
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I was in what were supposed to be the most exciting years of my life! But I didn't want to go to any football games, dances, nothing. I would have rather stayed at home and laid in bed. Going from this point to now, three years later, I've learned a lot. I haven't binged and purged in two years. I almost killed myself a few times along the way, but thank god I didn't—I would have missed so much! I learned how to cope with my social anxiety, and although it affects my speech I'm learning to work through it.
Read more I have something really important that I didn't have three years ago: I may be a gay, depressed teenager who's recovering from an eating disorder, but I love it. Anna I am a year old filmmaker, and I have struggled with depression since I was fifteen. The only things that provide relief are my creative work and love.
I'm a bright woman with all sorts of possibilities and opportunities, but the depression and anxiety I face every day hold me back. I'm 28 and I still haven't gotten my life together. I depend on my parents, and I hate being such a burden on them, both financially and emotionally. For the first time in almost three years I have been able to face the day without tears, and I am just hoping that this might be the first step out of the darkness.
Read more Amy Babbush I'm tired. I have - what do the psychiatrists like to call it? This means every possible cocktail of drugs they've tried never quite does the trick. I've come to accept that I'll always need pharmaceuticals; however, after the incident of February that we do not speak of, one crucial ingredient was taken out the mix. One simple little pill is gone and I'm contemplating suicide. Read more Whenever I doubt myself, you're my number one cheerleader.
When I'm panicky, you're there to calm the storm. I never pictured myself getting old, getting married, having kids. For some reason I thought I would only make it to my early 20's. I knew this world was not for me. As I got older I started to struggle with anxiety, poor self-image and eventually bulimia. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression and went on medication.
As I've tried to come off of meds in my 20s and 30s o always descend into hopelessness, despair, fear, anger, self hatred and Shame. If I had never gone on meds I'm confident I would have died long ago, from the eating disorder or the depression. I still don't want a family - how could I ever start something I'm not sure I'd be around to take care of?
I'm still that scared, unsure, over contemplative little girl who has never seen happiness for herself. I feel too much, hurt too much, hope to much but don't know how to live with any of that because deep down I've never thought I'd get this far Read more Amanda Tolka A note to a friend last week: The anniversary of one of the more "profound" traumas I've experienced is tomorrow.
My body holds these memories with an unbreakable, barely bearable, grip. Winter is nothing short of war. Hours, days, weeks, are spent in and out of paralysis - fear, anxiety, overwhelming, deafening, internal noise, can lead me to become afraid of my own breath. My body cringes and clinches and my mood and soul follow. This year has been different, though. I have recoiled at times, but resisted my urge to go fully into myself or out of this world and sought connection with the nature, primarily, and only those who I felt reflected something back to me, of myself, that could resonate in the present.
I became fearless about the idea that I can "start over" as many times as I need. There can be a million prototypes of Amanda I have found that there is some Self in there, after all and that my pure awe of this world is what has inspired me to fight so hard to stay. The marvel of my mind and body, its ability for the parts to connect, disconnect, leave this world as so many know it, only to come back again.
It's like falling into water, straight backwards and as you sink, the layers of things become distorted, but even more disjointed, into so many tiny little bits, it's easy for them to mix up and then incredibly difficult to get them back into a coherent order All of the various reasons I've been able to approach things differently, and the ways I've been working through it, deserve to be explicated- I feel the responsibility here, to understand and share whatever path I find to wellness through all of this.
You and your little family are one of the great reasons for the difference this year. My body is so wrought with confusion about what time and where it actually exists in that the people who give me some sense of place, something to stick to, are profoundly important to me. Thank you for this. I know I've found a dear friend and comrade in you. I hope these words can resonate with you as the pure love that has ushered them out. Between the ages of 9 and 11, I would have panic attacks consistently. It would always start with an insignificant worry getting lost, sick, etc.
Accepting my anxiety helped me learn how to help myself and pay more attention to my self-care routine. Read more Sami No one in my family talks about mental illness. She never told me her brother was a drunk or that my dad has frequent panic attacks. All throughout my life I was talk that mental illness was something to be kept private and quiet. Over the last 4 years I've gone through several boughts of depression. I never asked for help because I was taught that it was something you silently deal with and don't mention it.
I was taught that to talk about it was attention seeking and that self harm wasn't a cry for help but a cry for attention. I told myself for years that if I talked to anyone about what I was going through was just a phase, just part of being a teenager. In reality it's not a phase. It's a life long disorder. It's something I will live with for the rest of my life. It's something that I will carry with me forever.
I will have the scars for the rest of my life. But I will no longer be ashamed. Let's start talking about mental illness not as if it's a cry for attention. But as something that needs to be handled with care and treated with love and support. Read more Akanksha Krishnani I had just quit my job of over three years that morning, to focus on launching my own creative arts company. That night, I was with my sister on my way to a gig where I was DJing for the evening. On my way to the club, I suddenly couldn't breathe in the cab.
I felt my heart beating 5 times faster than normal. I thought I was having a stroke, but a stroke at the age of 25? My sister freaked out when she saw me holding my chest. I stumbled out of the cab to get some air. It was the main traffic junction in Mumbai, at 9. My sister helped me walk to the hospital, which was luckily right across the street. I was taken to heart specialists, surgeons, and all sorts of doctors, but nothing.
Read more I started going out in public places to trigger my anxiety so I could confront it and learn to accept it. I will never figure out why the anxiety started, but I have figured out that I am proud of myself for facing it. Laura I'm Laura, a 22 year old designer from Italy.
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I had never met him before that day. He was not a gentleman, you know? I was just a shy, 14 year old girl, walking around the city with a friend when I saw an ambulance rescuing a person. This was the first time I met panic. I started to sweat, and my head was really confused. I realized that I could be ill like that person, and it terrified me. I was scared to death of the thought that I could die. I ran away and back to my house immediately.
Read more Anxiety, OCD and depression taught me many things. Before I had always helped everyone else, but I never helped myself. I realized I was living for others, not for myself. Nadia Leiby I've been hospitalized twice in the past 4 years. I am bipolar with psychotic features, and I'm currently on my 7th antipsychotic trial. A lot of people who aren't in the mental health system don't understand that the process of finding the right kind of therapy or therapist is something that both takes years and takes over your entire life.
Read more People who aren't in the mental health system don't understand that the process of finding the right kind of therapy or therapist is something that both takes years and takes over your entire life. Diana Rinbo Every psychiatrist I have ever gone to just wants to hand out more and more pills. I don't think doctors realize how harmful psychiatric medications can be. I lost two years of high school because of these pills for depression and schizophrenia which turned out to be a misdiagnosis, by the way.
I could barely get out of bed in the morning and the drugs had me sedated all day. Read more Doctors won't accept that I don't want to take pills. I would like to go to private therapy but I can't afford it, and the health system doesn't give a shit about mental health. Brittany Vadalabene November 11, was the day that my life had changed forever.
I was getting ready to leave for school and something just felt different. I was getting ready to head out the door and I said goodbye to my mom. When your friend does something nice for you, reciprocate quickly. Return any money you borrow promptly. Go home when it seems like the time is right. Be a good listener. Don't monopolize conversations, but rather take the time to truly understand and support your friend when they are talking to you. It sounds simple, but make sure you're listening as much as you're talking about yourself.
If you're monopolizing every conversation with your feelings, your friend isn't getting anything out of the relationship. Listening opens space between the two of you and reassures your friend that you care. If you're just waiting for your friend to finish talking so you can say what you want to say, it'll be obvious right away. Try to strike a balance of letting your friend talk about half of the time. Though some people are shyer than others, if your friend feels like they can't get a word in when they're around you, it'll be hard to have a healthy, two-sided friendship.
If you accidentally interrupt, say something like, "Oh-I'm sorry,go on. Help your friends deal with their struggles. To be truly supportive, you'll have to be able to watch out for your friends when they're having a tough time. If you sense that your friend is getting into some sort of trouble over which they have little control, such as taking drugs, being promiscuous, or getting too drunk at a party, help him or her get away from the situation by not being afraid to speak up about it.
Don't assume that your friend can handle it alone; this may be the very time that your voice of common sense is needed to wake them from their fugue. If you see a problem, speak up, no matter how awkward you may feel. Let your friend know that you can give him a shoulder to cry on during this tough time. If your friend feels less alone, it'll be easier for them to deal with their troubles.
If all your friend wants to do about the problem is to talk, that's fine at first, but you should help your friend find practical solutions to his problems. For example, if your friend admitted to having an eating disorder and simply promises to start eating more, you need to talk about taking more serious measures to address the problem, like talking to a health professional. Be there in a time of crisis. If your friend has to go to the hospital, visit. If their dog runs away, help to find it.
If they need someone to pick them up, be there. Take notes for your friend in school when they're absent. Send cards and care packages when you're living far apart. If there is a death in their family, attend the funeral. Let your friend see that they can count on you any time.
Just make sure that your friend isn't always in the middle of some kind of crisis, however contrived it may be. You should be there to help out during the hard times, but that can't be the basis of your whole relationship. Part of being there for your friend in a crisis is providing emotional support, too. Care about your friend enough to help them open up and let the tears roll. Hand them a tissue and listen openly. You don't have to say anything if nothing seems right; just stay calm and reassuring.
If your friend is going through a crisis, don't say, "Everything is going to be all right" if it's not going to be. It's hard not to say that sometimes, but false reassurance can often be worse than none. Instead, let your friend know you are there for them. Stay honest, but upbeat and positive. If your friend begins talking about committing suicide , tell someone about it.
This rule overrides the "respect privacy" step, because even if your friend begs you not to tell anyone, you should do it anyway. Suggest a helpline or professional to your friend. Talk to your and your friend's parents or spouse unless they are the ones causing the problems before involving anyone else. To be a good friend, you should be able to weigh your friend's situation from his or her perspective and to provide your opinion without insisting that your friend should do whatever you say.
Don't judge your friend; simply advise them when they reach out. Avoid giving unsought for advice. Allow venting where needed and be willing to offer advice if it's clear that it's sought. Always ask before assuming you can give advice. In some cases, a friend could use a little bit of tough love to keep them out of a dangerous situation. Use discretion here; you don't want to lecture or overwhelm your friend. Tell them how you perceive the situation using factual information, and suggest what you might do in the same circumstances. Give your friend some space when they need it. Part of being supportive means supporting the fact that your friend won't always want to spend time with you.
Learn to step back and give your friend space. Understand if your friend wants to be alone or to hang out with other people. There's no need to become clingy or needy. If you're clingy and check in with your friend every two seconds if they aren't around, you'll start to look like a possessive significant other, and that will not be appreciated. Don't get jealous if your friend has lots of other friends. Every relationship is special and different, and that doesn't mean that your friend doesn't appreciate you.
Allowing one another the time to hang with other friends gives you much-needed breathing room, and allows you to come together fresh and appreciating each other even more. If you want your friendship to last, then you should be able to forgive your friend and to move forward. If you hold a grudge and let your bitterness and resentment build up, then you won't be able to move forward. Recognize that nobody's perfect and that if your friend is sincerely sorry and if they didn't do something too horrible, that you should move past it.
If your friend really did do something so unforgivable that you just can't get past it, then it's better to move on than to try to save the friendship when it's doomed. But this should happen very rarely. If you're angry at your friend but won't tell them why you'll never be able to forgive them if you don't talk about it. Accept your friend for who they are. To make your friendship thrive, you shouldn't try to change your friend or make your friend see the world from your perspective.
If you're conservative and your friend is liberal, then accept that instead of trying to argue about it all the time. You should appreciate the fresh perspective your friend can bring to your experiences instead of wanting your friend to see everything from your perspective. The more you are with one another, the less you idealize each other and the more you accept one another for who you really are. This is what being a truly good friend is really about -- caring deeply for each other, even if you know you're both full of flaws. Go beyond the call of duty. A friend will wait while you do your homework.
A great friend stays up all night helping. Remember that if you are a good friend, people want to be a good friend to you. Recognize the moments when you need to go above and beyond to help your friend and know that this will make your friendship grow, and that your friend will do the same for you in return.
If your friend really needs you and keeps saying, "No, you don't have to do that Stay in touch no matter what. As the years pass, people tend to grow apart. Maybe you and a friend will move to different places and only see each other every once in a while. Sometimes years may elapse without much contact. If you never stop caring about your friend, speak up.
They will be happy to hear from you. You were friends for a reason in the past, and you may find the same bond still ties you together. Don't let your location determine the strength of your bond. If your friendship is meaningful, then it should keep growing even if you're an ocean apart. Make a goal of having monthly phone or Skype dates with your friend even if you're in a completely different time zone. If keeping up with your friend becomes a routine, your relationship will continue to thrive. Let your friendship evolve.
If you want to be a good friend, then you have to understand that your friendship won't be the same in high school, college, or in the adult world. Sure, when you were fourteen, you might have spent all of your time with your best friend, but by the time you went off to separate colleges or started your serious relationships, you naturally spent less time talking.
This doesn't mean that your friendship isn't as strong; it just means that your lives are evolving, and your friendship is taking on a different shape over the years.
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