I get by with a little help from my friends

The Beatles song rings true, how would I get by without a little help from my friends?
A friend to just unwrap you from the covers and get you up.
It makes a difference. Massively.
From the depths of my suicidal depression, which I am being honest about, they saved me.
I was willing, and this is no exaggeration, to end my life. To stop it there.
But my friends took me away from my bed, fed me, loved me, nursed me.
They saved me.
They reminded me that I have love all around me, and that love can be in the form of friends.
That I have a purpose.

God, the little things I can analyse and internalise into something thats awful about me.
A meer comment can trigger a spiral of depression and once it starts its unstoppable.
But friends, friends can remind you of the truth and the reality. That YOU are not the things you think you are.
I adore them for that.

I have learnt that the word suicide isn't to be used lightly, so when I say it I mean it.
From my attempt last year I fear my inability to control my mind and actions in such a state.
But it can just take a friend to break that state of mind.
Yet what I have learnt most from this is that when a friend offers help, take it.
I have often sad no, I am too much bother, too bloody depressing. Do not think of me.
But if friends offer help, they want to help. And it takes great courage to say 'ok, help me. Please.'
Its scary to ask for help.
It completely undermines our sense of control, that we need an intervention.
Interventions can be so important, and they don't have to be in the form of a hospital admission or a professional.
They can be through friends.

I am sitting here now of sound mind, after a night of love from my friends.
Allowing them in, to enter my internal world and see me at my worst, well, they have saved my life.
Thats not being dramatic. Its the truth.

They do not help me just 'get by', they help me live.
I live with a little help from my friends.
You know who you are, I love you so much.