I'm so sorry that you wet through this and I can relate. I attempted suicide a couple times when I was 15 years old. I told my best friend at the time at first and didn't really plan on telling my mother because I knew that she wouldn't care at all, and also because she was the reason why I attempted. My best friend talked me into telling her and I ended thinking it would be a good idea because I could get some help if she knew how bad I was doing. Well, all theat ended up happening was her yelling at me because I didn't experience the same problems that she did in high school so I guess to her i didn't have any. I didn't even get a hug from her, I also didn't tell her the reason why i attempted because I didn't want to hurt her.

It's so many ways that she completely invalidated me looking back. Now that I'm older, I just compare how she had me see a therapist when I was in middle school and it was recommended that I see one due to an incident with a teacher (that was completely blown out of proportion) and also when she felt I was giving her problems we went to therapy together. When I tried to take my own life though it didn't matter because it wasn't affecting her at all. I didn't tell her about the second time I, I couldn't handle another negative reaction from her but I really needed help. Now almost 15 years later after going back and certain things starting to make sense I am taking the initiative to help myself. This has already been the hardest thing I've ever attempted in my life but I am determined, I have to do it for my children.