'Out Of Gas'
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My friend is still alive, as I just got an extremely nasty email from her describing how her life sucks and how I can't understand her and she can't understand me.
Are there other signs that say there's potentially illness involved in this (I may have missed them)? She may have decided to edit people and things she's decided are extraneous to her life, a hurtful process when you're not expecting it.
I think there's depression involved, certainly.
Maybe I am being stupid about this, when it's just that she doesn't want to be my friend after ~20 years. It certainly could be as simple as that. Who knows? Certainly I don't.
What you've shared here reads like depression to me, Nora, from your first post on the subject, on.
From what Nora's explained, I would definitely say there is depression going on here, but I also really wonder about some BPD. This is VERY BPD behavior.
when it's just that she doesn't want to be my friend after ~20 years. It certainly could be as simple as that
I may just be oversensitive since it happened to me last year.
Maybe I am being stupid about this, when it's just that she doesn't want to be my friend after ~20 years.
It sounds like depression to me, Nora. Serious depression. I'm so sorry you're going through this. It can be hard to deal with a friend you care for and worry about when they're pushing you away, and being nasty about it. Even when you know (or suspect) it's the illness talking, it hurts.
{{{Nora}}}
Nora, you may want to get the book I Hate You; Don't Leave Me from the library or something. It may help you better know how to deal with all of this.
Here's the amazon link: [link]
ION, I'm sitting at my brother's place, listening to beautiful music, and working on my paper that is due tomorrow. I've got a great opening paragraph. Unfortunately, it really said everything I wanted to say, so now I have nothing else to write. Only two and a half to four and a half more pages to go!
I was practically building a shrine to the four-pack of bottles I found. I was carrying it around and treasuring it like it was my baby.
Does it yell, "WANT BALLS! WANT BALLS!"?