Bravery Comes in All Sizes

I sometimes wonder why I don't know my friends very well. I do know them, but not the way they think I do.

Recently, I found out that some of my friends are very, very depressed and have started cutting and doing other dangerous thins. I knew that they had self-esteem issues. I did, too. Everyone dislikes something about themselves, regardless of how perfect or imperfect they look on the outside.

I have been reading my friend's blog, in which she describes how she is dealing with life and everything that comes with it using a pseudonym. I think it is very brave of her to put everything out there like that. She is not giving out what people would view as "personal information:" the school she goes to, her hometown, social security number, etc. What she is giving out, in essence, is a sense of purpose.

By writing a blog about her feelings, I think she is unconsciously aware of a sense of purpose. She knows that what she writes can be taken and used against her, yet she writes it anyway. Now that's the stubborn, headstrong girl I know and love! :) <3

I wish I could talk to her more and give her some of my self-esteem or at least hug her more often. But that can be difficult as we live farther away now. She used to live in walking distance from me. But now that I am in college, we don't have that anymore. I wish I had gone to see her more often, or talked to her more often.

I miss you, friend.