When you are alone and fighting the despondency that threatens and a couple of friends show up. Count yourself lucky.
The darkness threatens. suffocating in intensity to be lightened by the driven but motivated visions of your friends. They could be anywhere else but they are here. They smell alive, they sound invested, and they do not release you to the voices. They engage, laugh, argue, and come to terms.
They keep me safe from myself. why? Shouldn't I just let go?