Asking for help is harder than I thought it would be
Finally told my best friend from college that I've been struggling with depression. This guy and I have known each other 25 years. I was terrified to tell him but he was nothing but supportive. Which made me realize how much time I'd wasted worrying about judgment that never came. Now feeling weird about how to move forward with that knowledge but also lighter somehow? Vulnerability is weird.
Man this is hitting different. 25 years and you were still nervous. What made you finally decide to tell him?
I'm curious—after you told him, did it change anything between you guys or did it just feel like relief on your end? Wondering if I'm overthinking what happens after the admission.