After a shared horrible acid trip he developed schizophrenia, thought I was the devil and that his friends and family were going to kill him. He got a fair bit better, but moved back across the country to be with his mum and continue to recover. We're still friends but I developed my own mental health issues and anxiety in the process of trying to help him, which almost ruined me. I realised that I ultimately have to have my own best interests in mind so I try to distance myself where I can.

I am glad that I managed to help him as much as I did, and I'm doing infinitely better now than I was 6 months ago. I owe my sanity to my girlfriend, though. She kept me grounded and supported me through times I'm certain I wouldn't have survived without her. Also he thought she was the whore of Satan... that wasn't nice.