My Dad once told me that not matter what he would always love me and he would always be there for me supporting me through anything as long as I didn’t lie or hurt anyone.  But if I lied and if my actions had the intent of hurting someone then he would still love me but he wouldn’t support me.

Looking back over my adult life I believe I have carried the approach my Dad had with me into my own personal life and relationships.  I try my hardest to be the friend that will be by your side no matter what.  I might not always agree with your actions or decisions but I will support you and I will be there no questions asked to pick up the pieces if needed.  I believe it is your life to live and nobody knows what it is like to walk in your shoes.  My job as a friend is to be your support through thick and thin, ups and downs.

However, this hasn’t always worked out in return for me.  Especially over the past eight months I have learnt a lot about relationships.  I have learnt that I can’t be as open or honest as I would like to be with all my friends.  Some friends can deal with an honest answer when they ask “how are you?” but others need you to put on a smile and say “yeah good”.

So reflecting back on what my Dad once told me I think some people around me probably still love me as a friend, but they don’t know how to support me through this.  Or they need to see me progress and get better, my roller coaster journey might just be a bit too much to handle.  And I understand.

Being ill is my burden to carry.  And I am carrying it the best I can.