I used to cry maybe once a year. I cry just about every day now. I cried in the shower last night. I can't believe I got to this point, despite trying my best. When I almost passed out the last time I tried CTB and backed out, because the discomfort with partial, I fell on the floor in tears, saying how the hell did I get here - and imagined everything that has happened, the people who would be devastated of my passing, all of those who abandoned or tried manipulating me for gain during this hellish time, being forever unconscious and not knowing anything new that has happened and all the things I may experienced, whether it's a bigger hell or maybe something pleasant, the fact I might be persecuted because of someone else's actions that I entrusted and the problems I was left with... all when I devoted my life before to save my mother and not let her die. All I've learned is nobody gives a fuck, except a few, and I don't want to beg for their sympathy. I absolutely don't believe this places helps you when you fall, no matter how atypical the circumstance, despite your accomplishments of the past. You're fed to the wolves.