My dad tried to help me with my anxiety and felt it was his fault, he’s an amazing dad but was suffering with severe depression, I was too much in my own world to realize. I told him it might be his fault and the only person who cares about me is my best friend. He died out of nowhere a few days later. There’s nothing I want more than to go back and tell him he’s not at fault at all and I see his efforts and can see he’s the one who truly cares about me. My “best friend” dropped me a few weeks later cuz u wouldn’t go out with his best friend. I learned the hard way my dad was the only one who had the best interests for me and the person in the world who loves me the most. I want to tell him I’m sorry and I love him but I can’t. I’ve never felt so guilty.