I spent my lunch break on the floor of my kitchen crying into a pb&j that I couldn't bear to finish even though I was and am weak from hunger. I have the urge to tell someone bc the weight of it all is bearing down on me yet again but, simultaneously, I feel ridiculous admitting that (yet here I am but I know it's anon/few will see).

But is there a point where it is just for attention? I have this fear of coming across as that person. That attention seeker. And even though I know how badly I'm struggling, some part of me even doubts my own subconscious intentions. So I do nothing. That's no good either. It's like mind games with myself and I can't win.