As I clicked enter, I knew.
I knew she would fall and nothing was there to hold her. I knew how addicted she was and how it would break her. I was afraid and hoped she would call somebody because I didn't wanted her to be alone, I knew she would do something to herself if no one could be there. It was a risk, but I had to take it to breathe. And I knew she would need time until she could breathe again. I didn't know how long it would take, but it would happen. And then she'll be happy again, without me.

(your thoughts, probably)