You know, I'm very very impressed for the accuracy of how Cece is feeling. It's so on point in a lot of things and it actually brought back some memories. Now, there's one thing I want to say, not to the creator of this marvelous story but to some people I've seen commenting about what "should" happen next. First hi, I am a survivor of not one, not two but three attempts of suicide (I'm completely good now, that was seven years ago), pleasure to meet you! I've seen someone comment that after that scene certain character is not... let's say "dateable" (did I say that right?) and that they need to get help. I agree 100% on the help side of the comment, absolutely, but the "dateable" side and the nature of the "get help"... not so much. I'll explain:
Being like that is a torture 24/7 in our homes, in our "normal" lives, when we guilt ourselves for not being able to do the normal stuff, the most trivial stuff, other people do without even thinking that that thing could be hell to someone. Now imagine how that emotion would be if we were locked up in a hospital.
I understand where this is coming from, people want to help and we appreciate that, but for me and the bunch of people I got in touch with in that countless therapy group sessions the answer is clear: it would literally mean the death for us, because then we'd have a solid proof that we are that useless and that we need to get fixed (spoiler alert: you don't because you are not broken. It's just a pattern of thoughts, a habit that can be changed)
Therapy? Psychologists? A shit ton of mind work to do? For sure 100% Hospital? A few people might need it but I've never meet anyone that says that would be their case.
About the dateable thing, it's funny because that was the position my girlfriend and I were, when some little thing upsetted me back then and she didn't sleep those nights because she was afraid I'd make something crazy. She went straight to my therapist one day and asked him if it was wise or even healthy for me to be in a romantic relationship. He sat us beside each other and asked us if we wanted to be in a romantic relationship, I said yes but my girlfriend hesitated. She insisted in ask him if it was healthy for me, just for him to repeat his question. I was about to burst in tears and then she said that yes, she wanted to be with me (the relief!). He then asked us if we were willing to put in the work and compromise because it wasn't going to be easy. Again, we said yes. Then my therapist smiled and said "then I don't see any problem!" It required a lot of daily work, discussions and a few tears along the way, but two years ago we got married so I think we did pretty well.
Of course, everyone has their own opinion about this kind of situation and everyone is different, but keep in mind this little story of mine.
Lastly, if you are one of those people that are in a situation like I was let me tell you something:
You are not alone, I love every single one of you and I believe in you. Everyone is battling against their own demons, yours might be louder but they will fall too. Please hang in there, you can't even imagine how much beauty and happiness the future holds for you