About a Friend

I am worried about a friend. I am not going to go into their story because they wouldn’t want me to and I wouldn’t be surprised if they are reading this.

Let it suffice to say that I am worried about my friend.

And I’m handling it all wrong because I’m giving them advice, and I doubt that’s what they want or need from me. I don’t know how to give them what they truly need, which is undiluted empathy. I tend to judge, and I try to fix, and I get upset sometimes because they’re not taking advice.

I am not their therapist, and I can’t be a therapist and a friend.

All I can give is empathy. And I am worried.