My mom and I just got into an argument about the trip and she kept on telling me that happiness is a choice and enjoying the trip instead of feeling miserable is a choice, no matter how many time I told her it wasn’t that easy and she acted like she understood that. She also says she believes that the medicine and therapy are not working and I feel like even more of a lost cause. I feel more helpless and useless than ever. And I feel guilty about not wanting to go to the trip and am I terrified of my own family and myself. I relapsed again and this time even deeper. Idk what to do anymore. I’m scared.