At risk of violating the boundaries ever so graciously placed by the mystical kayfabe, you do realize you're not under contractual obligation to livechitt your breakdown, right? Go like, log off, or something. Cry under a cold shower. Maybe experience the great outdoors and collapse onto nature's glorious bounty of grass.
And that isn't me telling you to "touch grass" for the purpose of kicking you while you're down. I seriously mean it. Get the fuck out of here and get an earthy taste of reality to ground yourself in for a bit.