Going Crazy

It has now been over a year since losing one of my closest, if not my closest, friend. On the 29/06/2023, I watched my friend die after being stabbed to death. I have not been the same since. Seeing somebody you truly love experience such great pain and agony in a helpless state is traumatising. It hurts more when you begin to realise that these are the last moments and that you will never see them again. They were once a part of your daily routine, and in the click of a finger, the bond comes to an end. Although I still see him as a brother, it feels like he is just somewhere that I can’t possibly reach. I was mute. I didn’t know what to do and felt it was my fault as I wasn’t able to save him. For months, I was almost mute and locked in my room. I began using worldly things as a coping mechanism, which is my biggest regret as it created an addiction. The self-disappointment mixed with grief is unpleasant. Not speaking to his mother or family much after he passed away wasn’t easy eith...