People often tell me that it is no good to have so many depressed friends (four of my closest friends are depressed). However, I love those depressed friends a lot.
I like to think of depressed people as misunderstood, and only the misunderstood can understand the misunderstood.
My fellow depressed friends will not get sick and tired of my whining or my moodswings; they will not think that I'm some pyscho for being upset over nothing. Most importantly, they understand how I feel. We understand each other, and I think that that is what matters most.
A friend of mine once told me "how hard is it to be happy?" when I told him that I was feeling down. I was slightly ticked off for awhile, because he clearly did not understand how difficult it really is for me to be happy. Someone who really understands how I feel will never say that, and will never think that.
So please, people, please stop telling me to steer clear away from my friends who have depression. Those friends make me the happiest - they make me feel the least judged and they don't make me feel like a freak or a weirdo for having depression - I love them very, very much.