Can’t Change, Won’t Change
She was essentially still a child at age 17, she blamed her anxiety for just about anything wrong with her life. Because of her anxiety she couldn’t drive a car, get a job, order a pizza or literally anything else that required effort. Needless to say it made hanging out with her extremely tiring.
We became enemies when I tried suggesting simple changes to help with her anxiety and she told me I was an asshole for not understanding her mental illness. I told her she needed to grow up and she’s hated me ever since.
Not necessarily enemies but I wouldn’t help her if she was hanging off a cliff, her anxiety would probably kick in If I touched her hand. Story credit: Reddit / [deleted]