I saw the above from Stephen Fry a few days ago and loved it. It made me think how much I have to thank you for.
- Thank you for standing by me when I did things that later I came bitterly to regret. You never said “I told you so” but you were there to help me pick up the pieces.
- Thank you for recognising that we are different, and for not sitting in judgement of me or the paths I choose to take.
- Thank you for keeping in touch during times when I “go quiet” and for not seeing my lack of effort as a personal slight or a sign that I am a rubbish friend. Even though I am.
- Thank you for listening to me, for only giving advice when I ask for it, and for not minding when I inevitably fail to take it.
- Thank you for being worried about me when I have done things to hurt myself, and for reminding me, despite how I sometimes feel, that I am worth caring about.
- Thank you for being there to celebrate my successes and for knowing the personal cost of these achievements.
- Thank you for the times when I couldn’t speak and you held my hand and told me you would always be there.
- Thank you for once sending me a postcard I will always keep which says “Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.”
- Thank you for understanding my need to be liked and needed, even though you are much more sanguine and self-contained. And thank you for letting me help you sometimes; I am so glad that I can.
- Thank you for never asking me why I get depression. Sometimes you know better than I do about why. And sometimes it just happens.
My life is a bit of a roller coaster. It has taken me nearly 60 years to learn that, no matter how much I try, I can’t completely change that, although I am at last learning to recognise my triggers and be kinder to myself and thus to others. You help to make the ups less scary and the downs a tiny bit less grim.
With my love and thanks to you for choosing to become and to stay my funny, kind, wise and very dear friend.
From me xxx