Panic attacks every day so far since I’ve moved up here. I feel like I’m being torn and ripped apart in all this distortion in my head. I knew this would happen. Anytime I think I’m ready, it all falls apart when it actually comes. Only person that understands is my dad but since I don’t live there anymore I have no support here. At work yesterday I overheard a phone call , apparently one of my co workers attempted to jump to their death. I’m not sure who it is as I’m very new and I don’t know the outcome but I don’t think they died. I feel like I’m really close to that point now. I really don’t want to continue anymore and if my father wasn’t around I wouldve by now.