‘We do this
for you.’ Which is what my siblings say. When they meet someone who is shy, has had depression, seems that they are struggling in a social situation, my siblings will go over and talk to them.
At least something good has come from all this.
Mental illness can feel like a waste of our time, talents. If someone who is struggling at a party is befriended by my brother or sister, then that is all to the good.
‘I just see you. I see my sister.’ They tell me. If they see someone not fitting in, then that person is me.
‘I talk to them the way I talk to you.’