Probably for about a decade, I wanted things to get better. I tried therapies, medicines, making friends, doing things i love etc. But It never got better. Whenever things go better, they would come back worse the next time when Im weak. It's been about 5 months since I declared that Im done, Ive been planning my method meticulously and honestly, now a week away from ending it I feel pretty relived. I feel like Im finally being able to do things I always wanted to do without anxiety and fear because I know nothing matters now. Its too late but as much as my surivial instinct tries to freak me out, I am at peace. Thank Fucking God.