It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn't heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore's stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.
"Hello Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet," said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.
"We
just thought we'd check in on you," said Piglet, "because we hadn't
heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."
Eeyore
was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" he asked, eventually. "Well, I
don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask
myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel
really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All.
Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste
your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much
Fun To Be Around At All, would you now."
Pooh glanced at Piglet, and Piglet glanced at Pooh, and they both settled, one on each side of Eeyore in his twig abode.
Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"We're
sitting here with you," said Pooh, "because we are your friends. And
true friends don't care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much
Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so
here we are."
"Oh," said Eeyore. "Oh." And the
three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said
nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a
very tiny little bit better.
Because Pooh and Piglet were There.
No more; no less.
(A.A. Milne, E.H. Shepard)
This is National Suicide Prevention Week.

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