Thank you for hearing me out.

Update from last night: I reached my breaking point. I didn't completely run through it and shatter it like glass. I cried, after 48+ hours of not sleeping, not eating. My boyfriend took me to the hospital and they let me stay the night to make sure I didn't hurt myself. I went over to the health services place and met with a counselor, who talked with me for almost 3 hours. Wednesday I have my full intake and the man said that he wanted me in as soon as possible because of the stuff that is going on. The earliest would have been the 23rd through another counselor, but he's going to do my intake and psych eval.

It feels really liberating? to have people understand and care. It makes this whole mess a lot less painful.