I've been blessed with so much support over the years, and yet whenever things in my life get extra fucked up, I disappear. I don't want to ask for help, hell I don't even want to bother anybody with whatever the story is this time. But the worse things get, and the longer, the more I've ultimately turned my back on everyone.

If this latest hell wasn't guaranteed to be over next week, some way or another, idk what I'd do with myself. after rattling around the can being kicked for literal years.