You know when the final tiny bits of your desolate world disintegrate? When you final lifeline snaps? When the very last glimmer of hope fades to nothingness?
My day took an unbearable and unexpected turn earlier that has served to increase my hopelessness, confirm my self-hatred, question the only bits of me that I thought were good, and realise that I’m trapped and alone with this illness. There’s no way out that doesn’t negatively impact others.
I’ve ruined my last chance.
I can’t do this.