Being not alone in my experience doesn't mean anything. At the end of the day I am the person alone in my bedroom experiencing these things.
No one in my life supports me. They say they do but when I'm in a crisis they say hurtful things or don't show up at all. I'm constantly told that people could understand and care in the future but that isn't now, is it? My anxiety is so bad that I don't drive or work so getting out of my mother's house is impossible until my mental issues are taken care of. But I need support in order to get through it. Because despite medication and a treatment plan, healing isn't easy.
But I can't make the people in my life care or expect them to help after I've tried to teach them how. This version of me that is hurting will never get the support that she needs because I'm too sick to go out and find it. People over the internet are worse if not the same. No one tries to understand before throwing ideas at me. Then I get called uncooperative when I explain why their suggestion hasn't worked.
I've tried taking care of myself the past three days and it just doesn't work when I have no one to help. Small issues tip me over the edge because I'm already at my limit. Someone told me to not give up and just hold on even by the tips of my fingers and that makes me so angry. I am already falling and I am expected to catch myself all alone somehow.