I don't know how much longer I can take this.
You broke me. I know you love me, but you, BROKE me. I can't think straight, I can barely eat without getting sick, and not a morning has gone by within the past month that I haven't immediately had a panic attack upon waking up. I don't know why you didn't just leave me if what I did was that terrible to treat me the way you did. I don't know if I'm going to ever get better at this point. And I don't want to deal with myself anymore.