My mom said I was depressed. Was I?
I didn't think so.. What was I kidding I was.
I had to start going to a therapist.
"Why don't you tell me why you think you're depressed?" She asked.
"Benny Grace Jewel." I whispered.
"Ah, shes your best friend?"
I looked down in my lap and then said..
"Was. She's gone. She was so sad that she thought her only escape was killing herself. I tried. Trying isn't always good enough." I looked up and she was smiling.
"Yes, trying isn't always good enough, but at least you tried. You don't have to be depressed for something you tried your best for. Benny had her eyes set on something and she was to far in to get out. You did nothing wrong. You tried." She said. The clock read 3:00 pm. Time for me to leave. I got up and thanked her and left.
For the rest of the day I kept thinking maybe I shouldn't be upset I did try, didn't I?
Did I do nothing wrong? I tried. That's not wrong.
But.. Benny isn't here. That's wrong.
