Hello everyone, today I want to talk about my friends who are very close to my heart.
It's been a while since I saw my friends. The last time I saw them was when I was hospitalized. My friends are very caring; they never left me alone under any circumstances. I'm forever grateful for them.
On march 4th 2025, I was hospitalized because I was very tense about a few things. One day, My parents and siblings went out for groceries. I also wanted to go but I was not feeling up to it, so I stayed at home. That day, I started to choke while eating. It happened quite a few times, and then my heart began to race. I thought I would get better and didn't consider calling my parents. Then one of my friends,Arko, texted me. I told him that I was not feeling well. His home is not far from mine, so he came and rushed me to the hospital. I was very scared; it felt like I was dying. The suffocation I felt cannot be described. But when I saw my friend at my door, I felt a sense of relief. I saw a ray of hope for myself.
Anyway, after that, when I was hospitalized, my family came to visit because they were worried. My friends also came and they cried for me, which made me feel sorry for them. I didn't want to cause anyone to worry about me, But what could I do? Everything was out of my hands. While I was in hospital, I still could not eat anything and was given saline for a few days. My hands were in pain, but I got used to it. My friends would bring food from their homes and tried their best to make me eat something. Even though I wanted to eat, I couldn't because I would start to suffocate again. The uneasy feeling in my throat ruined everything. My friends brought my favourite food, and I felt terrible for not being able to eat it at all. Their mom even cooked specially for me.
After a few days, I started to recover, doctors said I have anxiety and after that each day one of my friends would come to visit me. I realized that I have many good friends. It's hard to find true friends, but now that I have found them, I really don't plan on losing them at all. After all, I worked hard to build these friendships.
Even when I started to draw, my friends inspired me a lot. When I think of my old self, I realize I didn't have that much of confidence in my drawings, but my friend have always encouraged me to do well and become a better version of myself. Friends are indeed important in life because one can't be happy alone that's how I feel. If I hadn't been sick, I might not have seen how much my friends cared for me. Whatever happens, happens for a good reason, and I believe that as well.
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