Yeah, I know my view of reality isn't accurate. Doesn't make things easier to handle but it's why I'm still handling them. At the worst of times I'm just living for the sake of other people which while it keeps me here can also be really frustrating -- it's like other people are holding themselves hostage against my nonexistence. I do talk about it with some friends that are already that close. I honestly kind of credit one of them with saving my life in June, though she doesn't know it. It just feels like life keeps pulling blocks from the jenga tower that I am and there's not many left before I collapse.

Sorry for laying this on you.

Before anyone comes along telling me I should get professional help, I have. I'm in therapy and on antidepressants. Antidepressants help but they're like health regen, if I get chunked I still have to deal with being low on health for a while. And therapy... It helped and is helping but the last five months have been so so terrible it's undone all the progress I made and I'm struggling to not give up. I see the thinking patterns that are wrong and where how I feel differs from the reality of my situation but it takes so much effort to break out of those patterns and I'm struggling to care enough to try. All the help in the world can't change your thoughts and perceptions for you.

I do try to keep myself safe. I deliberately have avoided setting anything up that I could use to send notes on a delay and have avoided setting up/working on/looking into/sourcing parts for the method I would use, so when it gets that bad it forces me to take a lot of time and effort and buys me time for things to improve a bit. I'm just worried that someday it'll be so bad I won't care about a painless method or leaving without saying goodbye to the people who care about me. I think it's probably inevitable, but that's a self fulfilling prophecy and one of those feelings that I know isn't accurate, though that doesn't make it any easier to handle.

I just keep editing this comment trying to make it more positive and it keeps backfiring, sorry.

On the bright side, things can't get too much worse. I quit my job so it's no longer triggering depressive crashes and there's not too many more unexpected expenses left that could happen. I already have had to replace my phone and car since I quit and both the cost of insurance and the cost of therapy are doubling. My grandmother's died too since I've quit. So, there's not really anything left to make things much worse! Well, getting horribly sick or injured before new insurance kicks in but not going anywhere or doing anything makes injury and illness extremely unlikely. So, things should be pretty stable for the immediate future. I might even see friends in person again for the first time in months!