i (20f) came home a bit past 10pm last night and it blew up into such a big issue. my dad slapped me like 3 times when i came in through the door. my mum came to my room to yell at me and honestly, i just saw red. i started to gather my things cuz at that point i didn’t really care what my life would be. my mum told me to get out and see if she’d call me ever or beg me to come back. i was just so tired of living in this toxic environment. i couldn’t stop crying. i cut myself. i was angry. my cousin and i share a room and she was really worried but she doesn’t really understand a lot of things. in anger i opened up to her about my mental health and how i think my mother wish i died instead of my sister. 
she told my mother everything. told my mother i cut myself and i’m depressed and i should see a therapist and in that moment i wanted to ground to swallow me up cuz it’ll never be the same in this house again. my mother said i’m not depressed. said if i cut myself it’s because i take drugs because no normal person would do that. she just opened me up to a direct line of fire for the rest of my life. i told her not to tell my parents but she did, thinking she was helping me but she’s just done the opposite. i’m not looking forward to being alone with my parents or living in this house anymore but my life is really fucked up lol so i guess i have to. my parents beat me so bad yesterday. so bad my dad’s leather belt cut but that’s fine