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Sorry for the long post.

I have two best friends, we have known each other for over 30 years. We've been through a lot together. We fought over a girl, we run from the police, we helped each other with exams, and we dragged our drunk asses home from a party more times than I can remember. Every time I broke an arm or leg or got hit by a car (I'm accident prone), they took me to the ER and waited. We could write a good book about our mischief and adventures. Even though we work in different places and live in different cities, we still keep in touch. From time to time we play board games or go to concerts.

These two guys are like my family and I would do anything for them. I must admit that a few years ago, before I started all the therapy, I was so depressed that I didn't want to go out in public. I almost lost my job, my relationship ended, and I may not have been suicidal, but yes... there was no light in my life. My friends came up to me with an idea to improve my mood and took me on a weekend hiking trip. We had a good time, we walked,  we talked ,we drank, we drank some more and it helped me get back together. Read More »

I'm not a coward, but when I hear that strong wind whistling through the windows and see the outlines of the trees bending under its pressure, I cannot get rid of this inner anxiety.

Well, I'm in for a rough night

Edit: 

One sleepless night later: 

nothing was destroyed although I've heard trees making awful cracking noise.