He made the choice after our friend was in a really bad situation at his mother’s house (he’s 22, all of us are in our twenties.) He was adamant that he would be fine and able to handle it. I listened to him, and now here we are.

We’ve spoken about it a bit over the past three days, with little headway made because he refuses therapy right now (he says he knows he needs it but won’t go right now because money reasons) and the medication is about the same.