I couldn’t go to my therapist these past few weeks because I had to cover for coworkers at work and now I just feel beyond help. I already have trouble talking to her because of how she always “tries to see things from my mothers perspective.” I wish I had someone nearby I could talk to without bothering, but I’ve never been good about venting because of the way people complain about those who anxiety dump accidentally. I’m frightened of inconveniencing anyone at all and I wish I could stop existing so I wouldn’t bother anyone else in the house by my crying. I’m so sick of my parents always blaming me for  “finding something to get upset with them about” and not taking my medication enough because last year it was bothering my throat a bunch and I didn’t take it for like one week. (I’m 18) I feel so guilty for complaining to anyone and I wish I could just die, but I needed to just write down my thoughts somewhere I could supposedly be heard.