Most people will give up on life the moment things break down just because their conceptions of self are so entangled with fragile delusion-systems that they're robbed of agency and existence.
I definitely feel some kind of way about this.
I think it's the core of what got me into therapy in the first place - trying to figure out what I was when I walked away the things that I thought made me, me, because I didn't want to be that me anymore.
But I didn't know what/how else to be so I was holding onto that old identity even when I knew I wanted something else.
Generalist Hometown instance with a strong focus on community standards. No TERF, no SWERF, no Nazi, no Centrist.