I really don't understand how people that were supposed to be my friends or even family members, keep pretending that my depression is not real. That my suicidal thoughts are not here. That I'll be fine.
All the people I loved and thought loved me back then their back on me the second I told them how I really felt. How miserable I felt for months. How I need them too show me that it's worth fighting.

I try to commit suicide 3 months ago.
My ex boyfriend blocked me.
My mom told me I was ungrateful for all she did for me, that I should not ruin her life by killing myself. She yelled at me instead of giving me the will to live.
My brother still think depression is not real
My best friend doesn't want to be near someone that negative
My friends make activities together and don't invite me anymore even though I told them I needed to be included and do stuff with them

Why do people keep running away even when they know I need them?

I'm still here today because I'm hoping that one of them will care and will make me stay. But it's been weeks now and no one reached out to me. I can't do this anymore.