My friend had been on my mind for some time that day and I decided not to push the thought aside any longer. I picked up phone and to see how she was. My friend answered the phone and when she realized it was me, there was a release of emotions. Desperate sobs pummeled through the phone line. To say that she was not in a good place was an understatement. My call interrupted the long dark tunnel that she was headed down. We talked for an hour and a half about what was triggering this overwhelming sadness and what she could do to heal. My voice mattered to her.