I have a friend I love dearly, he is an angel among people truly, pushing 70, didn't respond (he did but I couldn't get it), he's in Boston with his wife, usually sending me pics of his grandkids
My dreams are raw worries that I repress all day in order to work. I wake up tangled in fragments of fear.
It doesn't matter anymore, any prior gnarly reason why you stopped, now every "I am ok / you ok?" is humane.
Set your humane benchmark now and then hold yourself to it as this gets worse. Which it will.
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