Tell me about your sorrows, aches, and problems, darling kid. I can see how heavy your burdens are, dragging you down. I can see the storms in your eyes.
There is just love here; there is no shame. In fact, I believe you to be really brave and powerful. I will always remember you as someone who managed to keep breathing, even if that was all you did today.
The anguish of suppressed grief is beyond the comprehension of the majority. Apologies if that seemed like a little mountain. But it isn't.
"It's OK to feel and wish to put an end to misery. There is no need to justify or explain. Both may be true. Your emotions are valid."
I would carry your suffering so that you may rest, not to burden. I won't make you want to live or feel better.
Hope may seem unachievable while life is on fire. There is no advise or empty assurances here. just being present with you while respecting your suffering.
You are a part of this place, so relax. You are deserving of love just as you are. Don't be concerned about production. Regardless of who you are, I adore you right now.
Therefore, dear human, keep in mind to take each breath as it comes. That's all you have to do. Even though the sun is obscured by thunderstorms, it will eventually rise again.
Even if you don't think so for yourself, I think you deserve happiness. Grief is acceptable. Take as much time as you need.