Just had a major meltdown and expressed stuff I haven't in years.
I said out loud that I could happily die.
I begged Eleanor for a reason to live.
I feel like life is just not worth the heartache.
Losing my bike feels like the last straw. It's my therapy and I am utterly broken.
Every time life seems to be improving something punches me in the gut. What with a disgusting rise in our rent and now this I can't cope.
I really want out 😭😭😭

I am commenting here, now because I suspect there are friends here who would *want* to read it but haven't seen it because of time zones and all that jazz. I'm not trying to gain traction or further sympathy.

Perhaps it might help others to speak out when they see "bouncy, happy, cheerful" Stuey having a hard time and talking about it.

I
AM
SAFE!