That's the way it works.

My friend Julie doesn’t believe in herself. That’s the problem. I believe in Julie.  And so does her husband Rick. But that’s not good enough.  If Julie is to become a functioning human being again. She must begin to believe in herself. Now she’s on the road  to a slow, methodical suicide.  I wish Julie would decide to save herself. By seeking help. By going into psychotherapy. By throwing away her wine bottles.  By going on an anti-depressant. By falling in love. With life once again. Julie is on a steady decline. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Won’t surprise me if she’s dead in a year or two. Or maybe next week or next month. All it would take is a bout of pneumonia.  Julie wouldn’t have the stamina (and maybe not even the desire) to fight it off. Of course, the death won’t be ruled a suicide.  But really, Julie had the option to save herself. And she didn’t choose to.  That’s the sad part. The survivors will lament. For a while. And then get on with their lives. That’s the way it works. --Jim Broede