My best friend died a few months ago. I miss him every day and I am still grieving about losing him. He was one of the two people I could talk to about my self harm and depression. I have been trying to stay clean, I have been trying to honor my promise to him that I would make an effort to get help. But I don’t think what few friends I have and my family understand how hard it is. I want to know someone cares about me as much as I care about all of them. And I wish that they would tell me that they are afraid of losing me too…