I was looking forward to attending my friend Alyssa's 18th birthday party; I felt beautiful and prepared. Beautiful because I straightened my hair for the first time in several months and prepared because my medication is working. When I arrived at her house, I was greeted by her. I wasn't feeling anxious at all. I told her happy birthday, told her to give me a hug, and gave her the gifts that I purchased for her. I showed up to the party four hours early because I agreed to help decorate: I blew up too many balloons to count, attached curling ribbon to some of them, and placed decorations outside. While we were blowing balloons on the couch, I let Alyssa know that I needed to take my medication at 12:00 p.m. I asked her if I could grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, go into her room, and close the door to take my medication: she didn't mind. She asked what my medication was for and I told her it was for depression. I don't mind being open about my mental health, especially not to my close friends.…show more content… After my other friends had left, her and I sat down to talk about life. I asked her if she ever went back to therapy, and she said no. She's mentioned before that she's gone, so I thought I'd ask if she had continued to. Since we were discussing therapy, I mentioned that I have been seeing a therapist for a little over a year and that I have not found a medication that has worked for me. Both of us were hopeful that I eventually