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So I've been to counselling three, four times now?
And so far, I don't think it's helped. I know I just started, it's just.
My mantra for three years was, ask for help, say your depressed, get therapy and things will get better, if only by a little bit.
So far, not really.
I guess it doesn't help I can't be honest with her, I'm seventeen and if I admitted the fact that I used to cut to deal with issues, I'm considered a danger to myself and my parents are notified.
Now I love them, majority of the time, but that is not imformation my mother could deal with, even though she's insensative enough as it is about me being depressed. Honestly, she had the nerve to bring up, when she was arguing with me to clean my room, that maybe I was depressed because i was in an unorganized enviroment. Like honestly? How dare she! Like something as simple as that could cause this. Like I wouldn't do anything, anything, let alone just keep my room clean if it meant I wouldn't have to feel, and hurt so much every fucking day. Like how dare she just write off all my pain and how hard it is just to make it through everyday without giving up as something as simple as living in a messy room. I swear I don't think I've ever hated my mom more then at that moment...
But anyways, the reason for this is because it's coming back, that feeling. The lack of motivation or energy, the despair and seperation from others, everything.
hell I don't know how many times I can go through this and still make it.
Add to it the fact that I broke my promise to myself and cut again, rather alot actually, oh and I found the joy of burning lines on me, curtesy of my knife and a lighter.. Yay for more marks to hide.
The point? I just don't know what to do anymore, if anything will help. Or even if it's worth it.
And so far, I don't think it's helped. I know I just started, it's just.
My mantra for three years was, ask for help, say your depressed, get therapy and things will get better, if only by a little bit.
So far, not really.
I guess it doesn't help I can't be honest with her, I'm seventeen and if I admitted the fact that I used to cut to deal with issues, I'm considered a danger to myself and my parents are notified.
Now I love them, majority of the time, but that is not imformation my mother could deal with, even though she's insensative enough as it is about me being depressed. Honestly, she had the nerve to bring up, when she was arguing with me to clean my room, that maybe I was depressed because i was in an unorganized enviroment. Like honestly? How dare she! Like something as simple as that could cause this. Like I wouldn't do anything, anything, let alone just keep my room clean if it meant I wouldn't have to feel, and hurt so much every fucking day. Like how dare she just write off all my pain and how hard it is just to make it through everyday without giving up as something as simple as living in a messy room. I swear I don't think I've ever hated my mom more then at that moment...
But anyways, the reason for this is because it's coming back, that feeling. The lack of motivation or energy, the despair and seperation from others, everything.
hell I don't know how many times I can go through this and still make it.
Add to it the fact that I broke my promise to myself and cut again, rather alot actually, oh and I found the joy of burning lines on me, curtesy of my knife and a lighter.. Yay for more marks to hide.
The point? I just don't know what to do anymore, if anything will help. Or even if it's worth it.
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When talking to your therapist you MUST be 100% honest. They can't tell your parents if you ask them not to. But hiding things in therapy means it will never work as you feel you can't trust the therapist, making it pointless.
a) a danger to myself
or
B) Will off myself
They are legally bound to allert my parents, because I am not a minor and not a legal adult.
1: Will allow them to help with ALL of your problem, not just some of it, and your parents may actually be supportive if they know the whole story
OR
2: They'll run off and tell your parents first, in which case you then tell your therapist they don't have your trust and that they should find you alternative treatment. Their first obligation is to you, the patient.
Obviously what I say isn't gospel, but I try to give sound advice. I hope you do find that the first of those 2 situations is true.x