Damn,  three years ago was the best. My undergraduate friends went away, I  passed on hell first semester, quitted SSRI and it went bad, panick  attack etc... Then at the end of the semester I joined an activism  "club", and my life took a radical 180 degree.

I've  got wonderful friends quickly, and a lot! Like 4/5 really close, and  15-20 people who were like "semi-friends". Best semester in my life.  Happiness, sometimes sadness but strong emotions and fantastic  generally. The next uni year was semi great, depsite that really good  friend that tried to killed himself but there was a lot of solidarity  between people so I handled it.

Then  came covid and lockdown for 1.5 years. I returned uni this year, so  after 1.5 years, and almost all my friends went away, changing city,  finishing studies etc... I only speak to one guy here now. Damn that  hurt passing from 4/5 close friends and a larger circle of people you  can count on to just one guy :(. Having tons of messages everyday,  always going out doing things with wonderful people to almost nothing  :(.

I met some people from my dorm  at the start of the year, we were doing great parties but we lost  contacts since \~november. Nostalgia hit hard, always. I really often  think of this good old time 2/3 years ago, and often dream of it, wish I  good see them all at once again :(. Been quite depressed since  december, and it haven't gone away :(.

Thanks for reading, I do not necesserly ask for advice, just wanted to put it out my chest. I will appoint a psychologist soon