No one talks about the process of loosing a friend with mental illness, i knew one day i might loose her but i refused to believe i ever would, i refused to accept that she would pass because she made it through all the other times. I didn’t want the day to come but equally knew how big of chance it was that it would happen. I know she isn’t in pain anymore, shes not suffering and shes found that peace she wanted so bad. I just wish love couldv’e taken away her illness, i wish love could’ve saved her. I miss you so much Charlie, i can’t wait to meet with you again one day 🩷