My parents hate me again.
The people I got referred to called about a week ago and asked me questions and stuff and they want to see me to further assess me on Wednesday, which is a good thing, but my mum won't tell me where it is and she sure as hell isnt gonna take me. Yesterday, I had a pretty bad depressive episode so I decided to go to sleep. My mum later barged in my room and ordered me downstairs, I tried to say I wasn't feeling well, but she wasn't having any of it. I went downstairs and helped my sister clear up.
I still felt like shit, but my parents thought 'hey lets make her feel worse!'. So then they started accusing me of faking my depression and saying that I was like any other girl that wanted attention. (I'm not) unfortunately as I was talking to the mental health people. My mum overheard the lady asking me questions about suicide. My mum then went on about how I can't be suicidal when I have a house and food ext. which is already something I say to myself everyday, but her saying it made me feel so bad. I felt terrible. I have my exams coming up soon. And she said that if I didn't do well then she would move all of us away, and leave my sister her so she could have a good future, then I thought about it and realised that I was the one causing my family so much stress, I couldn't do anything, I felt like there was no option left, I felt like anything I did or tried to do would hurt someone. It only happened yesterday, but the memory feels kinda blurry. I remember feeling overwhelmed, then a sudden click of 'I'm gonna kill my self'. I decided. Being alive was selfish, trying to get help was selfish, ignoring the obvious problem, was torture, pretending I was ok was exhausting. Killing myself seems like the best option.
I ran the bathtub and got ready to write some goodbye notes, but then my mum interrupted to do her hair. I thought about how long drowning myself would take. What would happen after.
I went back into the bathroom and staired at the tub, fortunately i had calmed down, so my thinking was better, so I drained the tub.
I wish my parents would understand, their nurses but they don't specialise in mental health, but I thought it's something they would at least understand. It gets worse. Every . Single. Day. I never look forward to the next day, I can't picture myself doing anything in the future( not even a week from now) I know I'm young, but it feels like I'm a parasite to my household.
Yesterday was my second 'almost' suicide attempt. I don't feel like it will be long before I properly attempt. I really don't want to die, but at the same time, I don't want to live anymore.
Another one of my rants.