When I became independent from my parents, I began to make my own decisions in an insecure way. I began to experience a crisis in my personality, being unable to manage my life on my own. My difficulties were increasing, and I even developed a rather introverted relationship with people, which made me forget my common sense.My friend at that time, Sabrina, guided me in the simplest things; like looking for an apartment, furniture, dishes, utensils; and anything I needed in my daily life. That little bit of help from her made me feel very secure, and I prayed that it would last with me until I could acquire firmness in my personality."We should go to the mall one afternoon, I know you'll like it," Sabrina said as she arranged some curtains in my room."What are we going for?" I asked, "I still have things to do here at the house.""I'll just be a moment," she replied insistently. "We'll hang out and stop at a coffee shop I've always wanted to go to."She smiled radiantly. I couldn't say no to her. Being the only person I ever leaned on, I felt a strong attachment. Her security was my security. Her firmness and ease in making decisions were my logic and reason for living. However, a strange idea suddenly hit my head.Despite being physically and mentally beautiful, Sabrina was a very linear person. Sometimes I felt that she mechanically ran her life, without considering alternatives. I'm not saying that's wrong; there's nothing better than being in your comfort zone, but every time it was proposed to her to get out of that circle, she would