Since November 6, 2016, my life has changed and for the worst. I lost one of my two best friends and roommate at my college. I found her dead after celebrating my birthday a week early with my parents in another city leaving her alone. I’ve felt guilty about that even though I know I had no control over it. She had been rushing for a social club, which is like sororities, and I had gotten irritated with her so I think I could have seen signs of her not feeling well or being sick that last week if I had actually looked at it. I also blame the whole rushing idea for social clubs, because she was diabetic and I don’t think they knew or told her to do her shots when she needed to before eating.
I started isolating myself from everyone and pretended that I was getting better and suffered alone in my room. I also was moved into two bedroom dorm room with two girls that shared the bigger room while I got the smaller one but was able to have it to myself. Everything was fine until I started getting passively bullied by the one who was there more than the other due to clubs. I had to eventually be moved out as she was moving my stuff and going into my room when I wasn’t there and doing things in it that she did not have permission to do. At this point, I have been diagnosed with depression, PTSD, and anxiety while getting medicine and therapy to help.
