Dear friends,

I hope you are well.
My friend Steve ended his life in June 2021, and it seems to be a long road back to me feeling like myself.
I spoke with another friend on the phone last night, and our conversation took a turn.
I hate being a source of Concern to others, but I don't have the wherewithal to pretend to be OK.
How do you deal with needing space whilst also respecting others' worries?

Any help would be appreciated,

Poet.