You’re all alone in your dorm, the silence almost deafening, and it’s 3:14 am. You sit on the floor of the kitchen, crying from both the exhaustion and stress of the world. You desperately need relief, you want to relapse so badly but you know you shouldn’t. Your hands shakily dial your best friend Hanni’s number, but she doesn’t pick up. Again and again it leads to voicemail. Hanni is the only one who could make you feel better in times like this, but this one time she’s not here. After what feels like an eternity she finally picks up the phone.“Are you okay? Why are you calling so late at night? Talk to me, what’s going on?”Hanni asks, her voice filled with concern and worry