My best friend and favorite person called me exhausting and too much. He called us “brothers” and just because I had mental health issues and reached out, it was too much. This rarely ever happens- and my family estate getting stolen was too much for him- yet he invited me up when I handled it. It made no sense.

We are friends of three years- and he needs a “break”. I can’t let it go- we’ve had so many good memories. I said good luck and just ended the call. I just said I wanted to hang before dental school- and he said he was “busy”. He’s never done that- and I just said let’s work on communicating better- and he said we shouldn’t have to. I want to use drugs to cope- and he meant the world to me. He didn’t say it was over- but I said good luck. He’s hurt me- and I let him know, unemotionally. I’ve been there for him when he’s needed me and cried- but when I’m depressed- he backs off because it’s too much. Does anyone here feel this pain? It’s terrible- and I can’t let it go- because we both mutually agree we are family. I almost died from bloood loss- and he flew down to stay with me- even though I said don’t worry. What can I do? That’s what I asked him. He said I don’t know- I just need to breathe. That’s when I said good luck in dental school.

What’s the point in going on. This illness just ends in the same fate- destroyed relationships. I try so hard- and it worked for three years and when I just asked him what I can do to not make him feel exhausted, he said I don’t know what to say.