I'm 22 years old, and a full time college student. My best friend, Sarah* is a year younger than I am. We first met just over 10 years ago, back in the sixth grade. She was sweet and very pretty, and we seemed to just "click" right away. Over time, we grew apart and began hanging out with different social groups, then eventually just stopped talking all together. This continued all through high school, us on different ends of the spectrum. During our senior year we began connecting again on a personal level, and soon learned we'd be attending the same college. It was at this point in time we made a "pact" that we'd be there for each other no matter what, and since then we've been best friends.
Now what does this have to do with being a good friend, you may be asking yourself? Here's the deal: over the past 3 1/2 years since we've graduated high school, Sarah and I have been through a lot; in fact, I feel we've been through more than most college students our age. Because of these things, I am worried about her.
At the tender age of 18 (after a year in Community College), Sarah moved out of her house against her parents' will, to live with her boyfriend and attend a larger school. Things seemed to be going great for the first few months, and I couldn't have been happier for her. Then I began getting phone calls and emails about how miserable she was: "The last couple of weeks have been very hard, I thought when I started school everything would be great but it wasn't. I got very sick at the beginning of classes and was unable to go all week, when the next week came I got progressively worse."; "Im very sorry about last night. It's just been very bad for me lately,"; "I hate [boyfriend] I hope he rots in f******* hell!" and so on. I would give her my advice on the situation(s) at hand, whether it was school, work, friends, her relationship or her family.
Things came to a head in the summer of 2005 when Sarah learned that her boyfriend had attended a strip club and received a lap dance from a stripper. She began blaming him for this, and rubbing it in his face constantly. She was so upset, that she just wouldn't let the fact that he had gotten a lap dance go. Finally in early Spring 2006, Sarah and Jon* called it quits. This absolutely crushed her, as she was madly in love with him. However, all they did was fight and they couldn't agree on the color of the sky if they wanted to. After having broken up, Sarah moved back home with her parents (the time period is now June 2006), to finish up school back at the Community College.
In the meantime (between 2004 and 2006), Sarah learned a lot about herself. For a short term she sought help and discovered that she had an eating disorder, she was highly depressed and was constantly threatening to kill herself. Also, she discovered that her parents were extremely manipulative.. which didn't help matters. Sarah wanted nothing more than to do things on her own and be a grown up. But even three hours from home, in another city in another state, she couldn't escape the wrath of her parents. Even at 20 years old, if mom and dad said not to do something, Sarah wouldn't do it.
Worst of all, I think, was when she learned she had BPD (Borderling Personality Disorder), which seemed to compliment the way she acted. Things had been going downhill with Jon for a long time and there were many red flags within the relationship. She has since admitted that she was afraid to leave him for fear of being left alone. There would be times she'd call him dozens upon dozens of times- sometimes it was after a fight, sometimes it was just to talk.- When he didn't call back, she'd just keep dialing. She would do the same thing with her parents after major blow-outs.
I also noted that during this time (2004-2006) she also developed a severely passive attitude. This was apparent mostly when she spoke of her relationship with her roommate. The two just did not get along, and whenever they fought, Sarah would simply let things go. For instance, Sarah's roommate found out about her eating disorder and constantly strutted around the apartment sputtering things like "Oh, I'm so fat" and "I need to lose weight". The roommate wouldn't even help with minor chores, like dishes or taking out the trash. It got to the point that Sarah was afraid to say anything, for fear of what would be tossed back in her face. She didn't know how to deal with these crude remarks. I would give her pointers, as I've dealt with bullying much of my life, hoping she'd put them to use. Unfortunately more times than not, Sarah would just back down from the situation.
Since Sarah has moved back home, she has not been in therapy and has not been taking her anti-depressants. Things on the homefront are on-again/off-again between Sarah, her parents and her brother. As for the ex, they no longer are on speaking terms, however Sarah just can't seem to let him go; it's been over 6 months since they broke up. She will constantly check on his MySpace, or see if he's online. Even friends they had in common when they were together, that she no longer speaks to, she'll keep on her MySpace just in case they happen to say something; she doesn't want to miss it. As for her roommate, that is simply a lost cause. The obvilously no longer live together, however things were bitter to the very end.
The thing that bothers me is, no matter what happens in Sarah's life, it's my feeling that she looks to me for the answers. The way I put it, she's looking for me to "doctorize" her. As her best friend, I don't mind listening to her vent about her problems or even give her my opinion when and where I feel it's needed. I have gotten to the point, that since September I've really begun to put my foot down. I have told her that I really feel she needs some help, and that she needs to get back into therapy. She's constantly wondering why things are the way they are- "How come nobody wants to be my friend?", "Why does Jon hate me so much?", "Why can't I get along with my parents?", "Why couldn't my roommate and I get along?" and so on- and I've told her, that I'm not a doctor or even a therapist. I do not have the answers. In order for things to get better, and for her to get some real answers, she needs to seek help.
Just like all the other advice I give, this gets ignored. I get told "Yeah, I know I need help", "Yeah, I'll go." but nothing ever comes of it. She even came out to me one day and said the reason why she doesn't go back to therapy is because she feels they do her no good. The specific therapist she was seeing "sucked". Then, I hear the flip side- "It wasn't entirely the doctor's fault. They were beginning to touch on things and I knew it was the truth, but wasn't ready to face it."
She's constantly contradicting herself, and constantly ignoring the advice I give her. I'm at the end of my rope with her and every day it's something new. I just want to yell at her and shake her and ask her why she doesn't take my advice. She's immediately in all these situations, and can't see things from an outsider's perspective. I know she wants help, because if she didn't, she wouldn't be coming to me. But at the same time, she ignores me constantly. All I want to do is be a good friend by helping her, and seeing her happy. How can I get her to listen to me? How can I really convince her to get back into therapy? She hasn't mentioned anything about suicide since before Christmas, however I don't want to wear the shame that I couldn't help if she does happen to get so depressed that she finally tries to do something about it.
I apologize for the length of this post, however if anybody has any input, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you :)
* = denotes name change.