You're holding this entire friend group together with snacks and anxiety.
You are the glue. The backbone. The person with Advil in their bag and a location-shared iPhone. You make sure everyone eats, gets home safe, and doesn't make decisions they'll regret. You worry about your friends more than they worry about themselves. It's exhausting and thankless and you wouldn't stop even if you could. Your love language is acts of service disguised as nagging. Everyone takes you for granted until you're not there — and then everything falls apart.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou hold the group together with snacks and anxiety and not a single person has asked if the anxiety part is okay.