I fought hard for my right to fall apart without a contingency plan. No, I don’t have an estimate of when I’ll be better. These things usually barge in uninvited and stay for however long, so.
I’ve made peace with the worst you could do to me ; kick me out on the streets? Kill me? It’s alright. I’ve seen a worse fate in having to deal with this chaotic, deceptive world being estranged from my soul. A hell without purification. A prison with no sentence. There’s nothing you can conjure that can make me abandon myself.