Mental Illness and Friends

They are indispensable. “We don’t grow alone,” my first doctor said. We get out of our heads with our friends. We get support from them. The time we spend with them is precious. I have made friends who were not part of my high school circle. They are more accepting of me than my high school crowd. My new friends know about my illness but enjoy my compony anyway. I get the feeling I am shunned by my old crowd. I do not see the old gang often. I see my new friends all the time. One of my new friends, who has become my best friend, I see every week. We attend an A.A. meeting together. I met other new friends through my handball league and others through A.A. Today I have about seven close friends, people I can count on if I get in trouble. I don’t know what I would do without them.

Published by Christopher G. Bremicker

Special Forces medic stationed at Ft. Bragg NC from 1968 to 1970. BA English and MBA, both from University of Minnesota. Fisherman, grouse hunter, downhill skier.. Plays handball and reviews theater. Present job at Walgreens in St. Paul MN is forty-sixth job since high school. Hometown is Cable WI.

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