Soon, those people who were with you when you were winning start to back off. It starts with the casual friends, who aren’t emotionally equipped to handle your depression and aren’t close enough to comfort you. Then even your closer friends feel awkward: you aren’t following their advice, and you aren’t as fun to be with as you used to be. Your children might accuse you of not being a good enough parent when they are young, and your wife is angry because you’re not holding up your half of the bills. Or if it’s a mental illness that plagues you, nobody can understand — even you don’t understand.
Many people, when they lose a job, get divorced, or lose a friend briefly consider ending it all, but cheer themselves up that “it could be worse.” Then they start to perk up and things get better. But what about those who have it real bad? They have nobody to turn to, nobody to listen, nobody to feel that it matters when their heart breaks.
This picture illustrates that man always has his best friend, who doesn’t leave you when you can’t pay the bills, who won’t abandon you when you are emotionally distant, who won’t sue you for custody or blame you for losing your job. He loves you, and that is all. No need to complicate matters. You’re in a bad place, and he’s right there with you.
