after I carved "help" into my wrist, a day later, family shit happened and I added the word "please." I know you guys said to talk to my doc but my doc is my dad. I'm ashamed of my problems and can't talk to him. he doesnt have time for me anyway. he is a doc, medical director, and bishop of my church (Mormon). religion doesnt help either. I hate my religion. I dont know what to do and I dont know the next time I am going to see my counselor. what is wrong with me?
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