Just when you hit bottom and think you're stuck in the pit, the ground gives way and you drop further. There's no way I can endure my dad's funeral next Monday. My boss keeps asking me if I want time off, further verifying that nobody there wants me to work there at all. They just think I'm crazy and will shoot them if they fire me. My 2+ week turnaround project has failed. I'm still as alone as before, if not more. Despite knowing my beliefs on pills, my mom and brother are trying to force me to take valium or xanax. Don't tell me things will get better. I've heard that for 10 years, and each year gets increasingly worse. There's nothing left to do. I'm on my way out this weekend.