Before my BFF leaves, we briefly visited the mall where we both used the bathroom and then she left. The following week at her goodbye party she had the three of us use the bathroom again. I believe something forced her to move to Las Vegas and it made me feel that we both will have to pass this challenge or hardship to get to the good days. All three of us had mental illness flare ups during our lunch. Part of me feels like good days aren’t coming anytime soon. Since COVID, nothing has been the same. I kept thinking we’d go back to 2018 listening to pop music by the beach but it feels so long ago now. I texted my psychiatrist just now but he said he’s leaving for some important trip soon. I feel like in the near future I should expect some turbulence.