To be honest I self diagnosed, I’ve sought no medical advice.

But the change I felt inside my whole body as a result of my changing friendship was immense.

To blame it solely on that friendship isn’t right, I’m sure there are many contributing factors, but that’s the thing that triggered the change in my mental health.

It felt like a loss. I was/am grieving. I couldn’t face food, I couldn’t get out of bed. I’ve lost 15 lbs in 3 weeks. My appetite still isn’t back but I know I need to eat.

Although I wasn’t eating, I needed something to distract my brain and to keep myself busy. So I’ve started walking while listening to a podcast. I don’t know if it’s helping. But I’m sleeping better now.

I hate the trope, but maybe time does help.