I’m approaching day 3 of quitting smoking/ being smoke-free

I’m due my period 

My care coordinator (she’s not even a therapist lol I hate her so much too) at the community mental health team didn’t even bother to call me

I’m stuck in an abusive environment and it’s unlikely I’ll be out any to me soon

And last but not least. I have no one 

Wish I had the guts to end it all I truly imagine shorter intense suffering rather than a miserable lonely life of false hope and disappointment is worth it at this point. God I hate myself