I think lately (and I feel like I am tooting my own horn here, but it's my journal, so whatever, right?) people seem to see me as a very stable resource. N came to me and asked to live with us when we'd only just been reunited. We weren't even particularly close before he left for FL, but he felt comfortable enough to ask something that big of me. I don't think it was entirely out of desperation :-p. Another friend has mentioned that she feels like I am very supportive, which feels good. Most of my friends know my history of depression & anxiety though. I'm not very secretive about it. I feel better having it out in the open.