I have one friend (ONE.) that came into my life almost six months ago, and she is the first person who has actually listened to me talk about my mental illness an an empathetic way and raised me up instead of minimizing it, celebrating my minor victories with me, just being present through my breakdowns, and I thank her every day for it in many ways. She convinced me to get help for addiction and anxiety and talked me off the ledge when I was having an extreme breakdown, and she didn't treat me like I was fragile or less of a person after it. I don't know how I was so fortunate to meet her but I cherish her endlessly.

Molly. If you're reading this, not to be dramatic, but you've literally saved my life. Now I'm in therapy, on medication, and six months sober instead of six feet under, and even if you say it was all me, it would have been a hell of a lot harder without you. So thank you.