Context: Told my friend that I’m sad and have been self harming and she took me to the counselor. The counselor was told everything and then she told my parents about it. Went to the doctor who prescribed me meds and also wrote a list of suggestions to get better. This was the convo when I got home.

Dad: Do you believe in God?

Me: Yes.

Dad: Really? Because if you did then you wouldn’t be depressed. Only disbelievers want to harm themselves. If you pray to God and read the Quran more then you’ll find all your doubts and worries wash away. Because depression is in your soul and doing those things will heal your soul. So being a better Muslim is the best medicine not the list the doctor gave you.

Me: Ok.

So yeah, thanks dad. I feel so much better when you tell me I’m a disbeliever, especially when I already feel immensely guilty for how much I fail when it comes to religion. And wow, all those nights I prayed to God, those nights I cried my lungs out to Him only to be met with no response and no sign of Him giving a shit have made me feel much better. Yes, I just love it when my dad, who is a DOCTOR, says that my depression just means somethings wrong with my soul and that reading a fucking book will get rid of it. Love it. /s

Now I only want to kill myself even more.