I am a burden

I can’t even go through the motions anymore. Therapy isn’t helping and neither are meds. I’ll be “ok” for a while then I’ll be a wreck like never before. It is not fair to be told how missed I’ll be if I was gone, which further intensifies my feeling of only existing to please others and keep people comfortable. Why do I have to live in agony because the alternative would mean some people may have the sads for 5 minutes?

This is not sustainable.