She told me this morning she was moving out. She says her mental health is declining and she needs some time away to refocus. I helped her pack and drove the stuff over to her mother's. We hugged on the front porch. I cried a bit on her shoulder. Got in my car and completely lost it. I'm home now and I feel completely lost. Hopeless af. I already see myself spiraling over the next few weeks. She says this may not be the end but that's not enough for me. I feel more alone than ever.