admitted to my mum i might have depression, shes supportive and helping me get to a psychologist. for some reason i thought this would take away the majority of my stress, but i still want to kill myself and im still waiting for the moment where everything falls apart, not sure if i should be happy that im not making shit up and my feelings wont suddenly vanish the moment i speak to someone and then theyll just reappear later when that support is gone, or if i should give in to the hopelessness thats telling me it will take way too long to get anything within me under control. i honestly hope i just get meds prescribed asap because i dont want to deal with this anymore, ive talked plenty, it never helps.