If no one in my life is going to believe or care to help me and get to know my mental health issues and how to support me when I need it, then I'm just better off dead. I hate my family. I hate people. I wish I had someone who understood me. I don't understand why their generation thinks mental health isn't a "thing" or important. I'm at my wits end. I've never felt worse in my life.   


I legtimiately get filled with RAGE, like I-see-red rage when I hear my parents or grandparents mocking my mental health, laughing it off or telling me I have to toughen up/suck it up because that's "how life is."

I don't know what to do. I want to scream. I want to use drugs. A DKFJLSJDFKDJK