Your birth giver did a really shit job of taking care of you.
Lemme share my story with you.
When I was at the end of high school, I was suddenly no longer being supported for my disability. I was drowning in expectations and work and everyone was telling me I was too smart and wasn't applying it, that I should be able to get the best grades. Didn't help, because I been to busy trying to keep up with school to really build up coping skills and self management skills, and my home life was hell with screaming arguments and I had friends that made me feel like I didn't belong there.
I broke down crying and lay on the kitchen floor, curled up into a ball. After I was done, I realised I had two choices and they were to drop out or to die. I told my mum that I never wanted to go to school again and that I was thinking of sitting in front of a train.
She let me skip Friday and take the weekend to think in over. Then took me to school on Monday and got me to clear out my locker while she signed paperwork to unenroll me. She told me she'd seen it coming but she'd wanted it to be my own choice to drop out.