Had to take a friend to the ER today, he had trouble breathing and had passed out in the shower. Turns out he has pneumonia His depression and self image are much worse than mine, and as we were waiting for test results I tried to help him work through some of his issues. I found myself repeating things therapists have told me over the years. I don't know if I helped or if talking about it worsened his anxiety. When I got home I felt drained, tired, meh. Almost the weekend though, and I get to hang out with some nifty friends and paint ceramics