I’ve just lost everything now. This is the final straw of it all. I’ve had similar situations before and contemplated suicide, but always stuck it out to see if things got better. They did and they didn’t but now everything’s gone and I’m exhausted from trying to wait if things can get better even when these thoughts are still constantly in the back of my mind. My life just doesn’t make any sense, I’m on a path of destruction and slowly rotting to death anyway from the inside with bulimia.