Keep talking.

Maybe if I keep talking, nothing bad will happen, eh? Seems to be my philosophy in life. A little bit Donna Noble, me. "Shouting at the world because no one is listening". Sometimes it seems like the more I talk, the less people hear, you know?

Sometimes the gift of the gab can come in handy, though. I've got this friend who had a tussle with depression a few years ago. Took a whole bottle of pills, but her parents got her to the doctor in time, but she had to stay at the hospital for a few months and what not. Big ordeal. Anyway. They got her out of there and on anti-depressants. She's been fine ever since then (I think. If there have been mini-episodes, they weren't bad enough for me to hear about them.)

But see, there's this guy she really likes. REALLY likes. Like she has said that he's the one she could see herself marrying. They were dating for a while, but his parents didn't approve, so they broke up. About a year later, she still likes him just as much, and she wanted to know if he still likes her. So she asked. He said that he didn't like her in a dating sense, but as a friend. Well, she's crushed. And she's been really bummed since then. She says that it's no big deal, that yeah, she's sad, but she'll get over it. And she's trying to play the brave card again. But today when I saw her, she was really messed up. Just didn't want to talk to anyone, and that is certainly a red flag. She's usually a social butterfly. She updated her Facebook status saying something along the lines of no one understanding her or anything.

Now, as I was reading this, I figure she's just tired and overworked and needs to sleep. I figured I would just leave her be and she'd have everything sorted after she gets some rest. But then I remember the salad. I remember bugging her about that damn salad when she was at my house last time I saw her before the suicidal episode. And I knew something was bothering her, but I didn't ask. I figured if she wanted to talk about it, she would. It was during the next week that I got the phone call about her taking the pills.

So I thought better of leaving her alone, this time. I sent her a text and asked if everything was okay. She said that life really sucks right now, thanks for asking. Well, I didn't like the way that was worded. So I asked what she needed, and she said a vacation away from any guys. So I made up this ridiculous story about us going volcano studying, and that no guys would follow us there. I'm pretty sure she's gone to sleep by now, but it didn't take long for her to sound like she was in a better mood.

Maybe if I keep talking, nothing bad will happen.