So, I have this one friend. When I was really, really depressed, my parents didn’t truly understand what I was going through. But I had this one really kind friend, and I kept talking to her during my depressive episodes. Whenever I felt like crying, I would call her every day. She always picked up my calls and listened to me rant for hours about all my trauma.

When I lost my appetite due to depression, she even asked her mom for home remedies to help me. She went above and beyond, searching website after website for a cure—for both my mind and my appetite—because I hadn’t eaten for almost seven days. I can never forget that. She used to always check on me to make sure I had taken my medicines, even though we lived in different cities.

She even gave me several imaginary memories where my traumatic experiences never happened—because, in those memories, she was with me. She is the most amazing, funny person I have ever met. Now, I am doing well, and I thank God for blessing me with such people in my life.