This week has been the absolute worst of my life. I almost lost my 21 year old daughter to a nervous breakdown and a suicide attempt. It's been a week of hell, despair, shock, fear and loneliness.
A million questions run through my mind as I sit here alone tonight. However, there is one in particular that I really need answered.
When our lives are going great, or when we are happy, laughing, or having good fortune we have all sorts of friends hanging around wanting to share in the positive. They hang around without being asked or invited. They are just there.
So why is it during the most difficult times of our lives, when we hurt so damn bad that we feel as if we will die, that these same friends cannot be found. Even when asking or begging for their support they make up some lame excuse and turn away.
This week I found out who my true friends really are and sadly enough I have discovered that I don't have too many who will actually stand by me through thick and thin.
If I were having a party tonight with free booze this place would be packed. Instead I sit here alone wondering if my child will live or die. Why? Why are people like that? Aren't people suppose to be friends through good times and bad? What kind of cold blooded society do we live in?
