Some day I worry I’m just gonna snap and destroy everything in my life. But that almost seems comforting. Dropping out of school and leaving all my relationships and starting new somewhere seems like the best option. I just feel so trapped in life and regretful. I wish I didn’t put so much pressure on myself to succeed. I wish I set low expectations so I could live freely. The only way I see myself surviving with this illness is if I have no responsibilities. So wtf do I do about that