Thank you for writing. I guess i could argue like i do in my mind all the time, but i appreciate you writing. Thank you. In reality, no one and nothing is going to help, but I thought writing might. I don't know what to do. Those hotlines are only for severe cases and my couselor doesn't care, friends are tired of it, and have to try to fake it at work. I just cry a lot. How can i get some help? Im poor. My aunt says i need to be on medication, but no insurance. maybe i don't care.