I think about this too much. My world has ended so many times, and I always think "it can't get any worse" and it always does.
These last couple of months, I feel like I've been at my lowest, then I remembered this isn't even the worst of what's to come. One day, I'll have to deal with my parents and my cat passing away…I've never lost anyone close to me, so I can only imagine how much that'll destroy what's left of my mental state. Then there's that fear of continuing to get older, and still not being settled. I don't know what's going to happen to me.
It's terrifying. To feel like your world has totally crumbled around you, and the worst of what's happened to you, isn't even close to the tip of the iceberg.
Super conflicting on deciding on if you just should stay and see what happens, or check out before the worst can play out.