Throughout the day I’m usually fine. When I’m alone usually at night is when everything gets to me. I’m not diagnosed with anxiety and I don’t want to say I have it (I don’t want to be faking) but I’ve been struggling for a bit now.

At night my chest feels heavy as if I’m in an airtight room. It’s always the same thoughts. “This can’t be real”. I’ve been having a difficult time comprehending the fact that my close friend is gone. The last time I was able to see him was in 8th grade then quarantine hit. We had a few calls in 2020-2021 and our last one being around 2 hours long. But I just can’t comprehend it. It’s not recent he passed away in 2021 I just can’t believe it’s real.