Yesterday, I found out that another of the friends I made in my residential treatment center died from direct results of this terrible disease - that makes 3 in 6 months. I'm struggling with the grief, and with feeling afraid to make new close friends in recovery given the fact that they might relapse. It feels selfish but I also feel a need to protect my mental health.
Anyway, I'd be grateful for any experience, strength, and hope y'all have to share on this challenging subject.
