my mental health started going downhill when my friend told me she self harmed. i took it really hard because i felt like i had done something wrong. sometimes she wouldn’t answer me for hours or days at a time i immediately went to the worst thought: that she committed. (she is still here today thank god.) this was all in seventh grade, and i think it was because of one of her friends who also self harmed. i think if they hadn’t introduced her to it, she wouldn’t have started. like with anything it started small, but it got worse for her and she sees a therapist and takes meds. then i started cutting. i told her and she thought it was her fault, and to this day i haven’t told her it kind of was. not because she was a bad person, but because i had never thought of dealing with my emotions that way until she told me. we became distant for a while but became the best of friends during the summer before eighth grade. we would y’all and facetime/call almost everyday. it was great having someone that close to me. but then it got all messy.. she cane out to our friend group as bi, which was no big deal we were still friends. but then i started thinking i might have feeling for her. i was so confused. i eventually told her and she told me she felt the same way. we started dating on march 13 and lasted about 2 months. i felt like we had rushed into it but i didn’t want to say no. when i broke up with her, it was because i realized i wasn’t bi. we stopped talking everyday and rarely talk now. i miss having that friendship with her. thank you if you read all of this <3