I have one friend that lives on the other side of the US. She always has. We met at first on the internet and started talking. Long story short after a couple years- which we both fought with sever depression and saved each others lives many times- she came to meet up with me. We've always been the bestest of friends. I have no idea how to thank her for everything she's done. I don't think she knows hot many times she's saved my life. Made me smile when I was so deep in depression. I can't outright just tell her. Somehow I never see me being able to ever say just how much she means to me and that it's because of her that I'm still alive. But I feel like a horrible friend that I can't give her the world. I'd happily give up all my money, roof, food if it meant she would be safe. And yet I can't do anything but just being me. I hope and pray every day that that's enough for her!