I need to rewatch both seasons, but yes, that scene in particular. I connected with it differently than you. It didn't feel suicidal to me. I am 52 years old and have lived with a functional level of depression my entire life. Suicide is never a thought, nor is giving up autonomy. But I do get to the point, and it felt to me like thst point for her, where you're just so fucking tired. You're doing all this shit and making all these decisions...rapid fire...on the daily. It's exhausting. And it would feel great, if just for one day, someone would tell me what to do next! And next. And next. I am tired of being wrong. I am tired of mistakes. I am tired of thinking I'm shit. And you spew out all this hot lava of suppressed shit. And then you're done. You pick yourself up. And you get on with it.