It's been a few months that this thought sometimes drills my mind hard. I want to be forgotten by friends, etc. I feel like there is no point people are asking me what happen to you, are you alright and such questions, since I can't speak the truth almost every time. I spoke the truth to maybe 1-2 friends, and they have understood the situation, and they are being supportive. Not everyone will react like that, though, and I have the urge many times to shake off the shackles and tell the truth, despite if it is ridiculous for the others. Tell them how much this thing has affected me. Sometimes, I feel like a miasma for them and society. I feel that there isn't any meaning for them to interact with a person whose mental health declined, etc. Set aside the mental health part, he is not the same one as before. I feel like they are wasting their time, despite their willingness for help. I want to keep only my closest relatives in touch. However, I live in a small society. So, the news will spread rather soon, and questions like what happened to him, and such, will probably occur fast. On the other hand, there is the bright side. The side is that if treatments are working, I will feel a lot better, etc. But even that, I think I won't be the same one again. The fear again will shallow me, the fear of turning back to failure. It's pretty hard not making these thoughts. I am trying not to think about the failure part because it's destroying me even more. It's so hard, especially when treatments fail you.