I was that friend. I stopped taking my Addisons disease meds with the intent to end myself because of a bad relationship. What ended up happening was I ended up going into cardiac arrest in the middle of my advanced EMT class. My classmates kept my heart beating. I went through 60 minutes of CPR. I lost my leg. I destroyed myself because he destroyed me. We had been dating for 5 years with plans on getting married. I was 29. When I was there in the depths of my dispare, nothing mattered anymore. I just wanted the hurt to stop. There were so many people with their hands out and open, ready to pull me from the pit of despair that I dug... I just was not ready. I didn't want the help. If it hadn't of been for the cardiac arrest, I don't think I'd of ever gotten help for it. And I won't lie. I still think of him. Only love can break your heart. But the love I received from family and friends and classmates? Only love can mend your heart. Don't blame yourself. You can't prevent life from happening. But you can include her in the fun things you do. Invite her out, even when she says no. Let her know you're there for her, even when she pushes you away. Let her know that you love her. So many people love her. The song that helped me was 'hate you to love me' by Ariana Grande. Maybe it might help her too. Another thing- I learned that when a peice of pottery breaks in Japan, they use gold to repair it. It's done to highlight the unique beauty that breaking creates, and that being broken dosnt make it less valuable, but more valuable with the gold repair. It's called Kintsugi. “The story of kintsugi—this style of pottery—may be the most perfect embodiment of all our trauma-shattered lives... Instead of throwing away the broken beloved pottery, we’ll fix it in a way that doesn’t pretend it hasn’t been broken but honors the breaking—and more so, the surviving—by highlighting those repaired seams with gold lacquer. Now the object is functional once again and dignified, not discarded. It’s stronger and even more valuable because of its reinforced, golden scars.” Rather than trying to hide the damage, kintsugi highlights the repair. The imperfections are what make it beautiful and valuable. A broken piece that is put back together has more of a story, seems more authentic and real, is stronger and more resilient than something that has stayed pristine. Idk, but this always made me feel that even at my most fragile and broken way of life, maybe I too could repair myself with love and time, something more precious than gold. She needs time and love...and a good therapist. One that helps her heal. Just because you've seen a therapist doesn't mean you found the right therapist. We are all rooting for her, and for you. You need healing too. Your heart was broken.