How does she know? I don't know, but she just does. Well, she doesn't really. I don't think it's a concious thing at all, but somehow, I believe, something clicks in her brain. I'm taking about my best friend of 15 year, Jess. I'm down a lot of days, and sometimes I have days where severe depression kicks in. I'm tryng to live with this "disease". Trying to find all different kinds of ways of dealing with it, but sometimes I crash. Lately, Jess and I haven't been talking 3 or 4 times a week on the phone. She just bought a house and is fixing it up with E, and I've been busy with work and friends and stuff. But, on those days when I'm so low I don't know what to do...there she is, calling me. Talking...laughing...making plans. She has to know. On some weird telepathic level. If I haven't spoken to her on the phone in 2 weeks (we still email), how would she know to call specifically on this night...when I was having a s