“It will all work out in the end…”
This is what I was told this morning by a close friend after telling her about all the hardships I feel like I’ve been going through for the past year or so.
I don’t know if I’m alone in thinking this, but this is the last phrase I want to hear when I’m suffering and depressed. How the hell do you know it will all work out? Can you give me some empirical evidence? Up to this point I feel like NOTHING has worked out in the end. Not to say this is the truth, but this is how I see things right now and the last thing I need is someone to tell me that everything is goddamn rainbows and unicorns. My evidence (in my head, of course) tells me otherwise.
I know, I know, they had good intentions. They don’t want to see me upset, suffer, etc. This is a very close friend and I know they just want to make things better. But I don’t need anyone to tell me everything’s going to be alright, or to tell me what to do; I don’t want anyone to do anything, really. I just need someone to listen. Really listen. Don’t judge; don’t prescribe; don’t try to even help. Just listen.
Maybe then I can listen to myself.