I was told this today. More or less translate to "Go get cured". I've been trying, for YEARS, to get ongoing therapy. Mental healthcare is a joke. Get on a waiting list, wait a year or two, only to get twelve meeting with a psychologist. Then off you go. The entire system is designed for average people with burnout in mind. Meanwhile my entire life has been trauma and abuse. Burnout doesn't even begin to describe it. I'm checking out right now. Every suicidal episode is more intense and painful than the last. And the more I checkout, the worse my impulse control gets. Both emotionally and otherwise. At this point it's not a matter of if I will commit suicide, but of when. 

My bf and I came up with a plan. I'm done doing the "average" life my parents wants me to live. Up, work, sleep, repeat, just to pay vacations in Florida to higher up who only throw us crumbs. I'm too sick for that. I'm going to garden, and write, and record videos for fun. Things I always wanted to do, but was discouraged from. Speaking of people not supporting me, I"ve cut the rest of my familly off. My (self created) imaginary friends are a better support system than they are. Sis is feeling suicidal? Don't worry! We're here for you! Only ever in words though. They never do shit to be there for me, or comfort me, or... Anything really. So I'd rather be alone than be given false hope again. 

I don't know if this is going to work, or help, but... It's the only option I have left. So I might as well try.