My Sister And Best Friend
My sister and I wasn't always friends, growing up. We were rivals and use to fight like cats and dogs! But, in our teen years, we had buried the hatched (and no, not in each others backs! =p), and we became close friends. :-)
From our teens, we've been through so many hardships together. I was the one always encouraging her in her life dreams, which I didn't think it was much. She has helped me much more, even though I'm the oldest and she the baby of the family. I went through many traumas in life... was hit with deep depression, suicidal attempts, anger, and PTSD. But she just wouldn't leave me alone to suffer in it.
One year, I was so at the end of my rope, I decided to check into a mental hospital. I called 911, packed my things, and waited for the paramedics to show up. I was ready to go, as they pulled up, all tears and afraid... as I hadn't left my house in over 6 years then. My sister was angry with my mother then, had her music blaring in her ear in the next room, but noticed me leaving for the door. She said, "Are you going?" I said, "Yeah, I need to.", tears falling. And she turned off the music and said, "I'm coming with you!" She got on her shoes quick and left with me... she didn't even have money to get back home with! :-o
In the hospital, being admitted, I was a wreck. They let my sister stay with me, during the process. And while I was waiting to get admitted, in this tiny and cold room, I cried and said to her, "I'm so sorry that I'm such a screw-up. I'm worthless." And she said, "If it wasn't for you, I would have never went back to school, I would have never gotten my degree, I would have gave up on life, a long time ago. So, you're not a screw up and you're not worthless! If it wasn't for you, I would have died a long time ago." That made me cry harder. :-(
Then I had to be transferred to another building. The paramedics came again, and as I got into the back of the bus (the ambulance), I saw my sister standing there, lost and trying to figure out what to do next. That's when tugged the sleeve of one of the paramedics and asked, "Can my sister come too?" They were very nice and said yes. So, my sister tagged along with us. She spoke up for me and asked my doctors many questions. And I was so happy that she got a ride home, from our cousin. So, she wasn't stranded. :-)
That was the start of me breaking my depression and suicidal tendencies. I have been without both, for over two years now. And I couldn't have gotten through it all, without her support! This is why I keep fighting and moving forward, for her! My sister means the world to me! I love her much! :-)