Excuse me while I go sit in a corner and cry now...

My mother's told me to go a doctor. Claims she's worried that I'm depressed (haha, she doesnt know about the therapy) and I could be suicidal (I'm not really).

Wonders what I could possibly be stressed about or depressed about ... hmmmmmmm I wonder *sarcasm*.

So there is very little doubt in my mind now that I've worried my mother more (not my intent, I just can't get up the energy to do anything etc) and that she won't give up her argument to have me go to the doctors until I actually do.

Well ... at least they don't know about the SIng. Or the therapy. Very thankful for small miracles.

I'm from a family of hypocrites who criticize and make fun of everyone I happen to care about and things I believe in ... I just need a break from my family. I want to crawl into bed and stay there, no luck being here with them that will ever happen.

If I hear one more word from them that cutting is a stupid coping mechanism I will snap. It's at least better than me bottling like they all do.

*grumbles, sighs and cries*