It's unfortunate how it takes bad things to bring people closer together. However, I choose to see it as a blessing, a happy side effect to the life-wrecker that is my depression.
Take my mom, for example. It took us a therapy session to hash out our communication issues, and now our relationship is better than ever. She listens more and tries to give me what I need. I in turn tell her when I'm feeling blue, and I'm more open to her now about my illness and myself in general.
Another example is one of my friends from work, T. We were close even then, but more so now. She knows a family member with depression so she has seen what it can do to someone. It's funny - she doesn't seem to be the type to be a good listener, but she really has been supportive in my struggle and she makes me feel less alone. I definitely didn't expect her to be part of my support system, but she is now, and I'm grateful.
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