Went to his service yesterday and was able to talk to the family members that I knew. They invited me to a dinner that evening but I had to work later so wasn't able to attend. He didn't look himself in the casket. Wasn't the friend I knew. I wouldn't of even recognized him. I don't know if it's even set in yet.

Things with my other friend have gotten me so on the edge. It's gotten me in some really triggering spots. I don't know how to help her, and that gets me thinking about me and being in her shoes right now and how I know that people don't know how to help me either. Things have gone from bad to worse in a matter of a day, and who knows what's going to happen anymore.