Okay, so I told my father why I was in the Hospital, correction, what drove me to get help. . .(voices and violent thoughts.) and he told me that he sees depression as giving up! YEAH GIVING UP! ! WTF! ! If I wanted to give up I would have offed myself years ago. But instead I got help. If I was giving up I would have Killed my mother like the fucking voices said! I would have ran and not fought. But instead I checked myself in and got help and heavy duty meds to make it stop. And yet I'm giving up! ! I CAN'T STAY HERE! ! (I moved recently due to the economy being so crappy) I need to have at least 100mi between me and my parents. What should I do? I can't talk to him he doesn't listen. I can't be blamed for my chemical imbalance. Can I? I know I'm weak. I get that but damn I am trying my best.
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