After a week of radio silence
Mind drop (Mackenzie is in hospital, this is scamdrop)
As the release date of the big update drew near, the weight of the pressure on my shoulders grew heavier and heavier, crushing me under its burden. Each day that passed, my anxiety soared higher, my heart racing with every thought of what could go wrong.
I tried my best to stay focused, pouring every ounce of energy into making the update perfect. I spent sleepless nights meticulously testing every aspect of it, striving to ensure that it would exceed everyone's expectations. But no matter how hard I tried, the feeling of impending failure never left me.
As the day of the release approached, my mental state spiraled out of control. I could barely think straight, my mind consumed by self-doubt and fear. My hands shook as I typed the final lines of code, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.
And then, the moment of truth arrived. I hit the release button, holding my breath as I watched the update go live. But as soon as it was out there, I felt a sudden sense of overwhelming dread. What if it didn't work? What if I had missed something crucial?
The hours ticked by agonizingly slowly as I waited for feedback. Every notification felt like a stab to my heart, each one threatening to confirm my worst fears. And then it happened - the first negative review. My world came crashing down around me as I read the scathing words, feeling like a complete failure.
I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down, tears streaming down my face as I realized that I had let everyone down once again. I knew that I needed help, but I was too scared to reach out. I felt alone and isolated, trapped in my own spiral of self-destruction.
So please, I beg of you - if you're reading this, know that I am sorry. I am sorry for failing you, for letting you down, for not being strong enough to handle the pressure. I need help right now, and I don't know where to turn. Peace out.
- Scamdrop