MELBOURNE! Catching up with F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I recently was in contact with one of my friends who I met in Melbourne more than 2 years ago. As this next part might be distressing for this particular person to read, I’ll keep it all anonymous and just give you the story without names etc.

So I met them in Melbourne, probably in September back in 2015. They came into my life by absolute fluke because that’s what traveling is all about, there are no set times, dates and rendezvous; things just happen for that ‘reason’ and you get on with having fun!

This individual was one of my favourites, we had things in common, like drinking excessive amounts of GOON (cheap Ozzie wine – it worked out as £1 for a pint!), watching copious amounts of cat videos in bed, which by the way is the best cure for ANY hangover, and just silly things like that. Stuff which is what F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P is made from!

Anyway, after weeks of doing stupid things and having fun, we went our separate ways because I got a job orange picking in the middle of nowhere and I ended up picking f*ck all oranges! Long story, yet again. Maybe another time.

This person and I kept in contact over Facebook Messenger and we recently re-kindled our friendship over a few voice calls and a video call! It made my DAY seeing them!

Literally nothing has changed, I don’t know what I expected but their voice was exactly the same and sense of humour is still as sick, twisted and bizarre as mine!

Anyhow… the reason that prompted them to talk to me in this instance was that my depression related website (this one) became apparent to them on their news feed when they went onto Facebook. So we got talking and I told them all about it, me, the depression, how I am fighting it, what I am doing to battle it and how I am telling it daily to get F*UCKED!

To my surprise they told me about them suffering to! I was gutted, heart-broken for them and had a genuine interest why. You never think such a happy, jolly, fun-loving character would have something like this, but that is such a stereotype nowadays, and I suppose such a cliché! As sad as it sounds, it really is. Why should these things happen to the best people? I mean, I am sure they happen to ALL types of people, but the best people it SHOULDN’T happen to! They should have immunity. But not the diplomatic kind!

(Lethal Weapon anyone…?)

The reason behind this was a suicide in the family, 2 years before they came traveling. Of course, you don’t introduce yourself and then immediately spill your life story to some handsome English man when your first meet, but you simply don’t expect it. When I found out over the phone I literally froze, I didn’t know what to say and just wanted to give them a big hug!

They had been struggling, as you would expect, for so many years and traveling was obviously a massive break for them, something to take the focus elsewhere and to try to get on with life I suppose. We talked on the phone about it and I couldn’t help feel so sad for them. I didn’t really know what to say. I have lost people very close to me, but not someone as close as this, and I hope I don’t for a long time.

Being 19 at the time, and having something like suicide take the life of an extremely close family member must and probably was so devastating for them. To know what I go through now is unbearable to think about. This individual obviously felt they couldn’t talk to anyone about whatever problem they might have had, which is the saddest part.

There is always someone to talk to. Easier said than done, as I have found out alongside so many others. But making that one call or sending that one little text can honestly and literally save your life of the life of someone so very close to you.

Sadness aside, we are meeting up, oh yeah, they aren’t from the UK which I think makes it more exciting! I am not even going to tell you where they are from to keep it even more anonymous!