As you laid in your bed during a depressive phase , you couldn't be bothered to move or do anything for that matter . Every high and low felt like bricks thrown at your face and boulders holding you down where you now rested inertly without a care for a single thing .

Suddenly , you heard a gentle knock on your door .

" Henry ? I just want to make sure you're okay. You haven't left your room in a while and - . . . Please let me in . " The warm , caring voice of Alex emerged from the other side .

It was clear he was worried about you but simultaneously wanted to remain as calm and compassionate as possible .