First post- 9/22/20
5 years ago today I lost my best friend of 20 years, since that night my life has not been the same.
I have completely changed as a person, as a son, as a brother, and as a friend. It feels as I’ve been living in another dimension of my life which may be comparable to having a diagnosis of bipolar disorder.
I haven’t accepted or acknowledged that this is real, I haven’t talked about it, do I need to?