I am pretty familiar with mental illness. Seceral member sof my family have one type or another. I never saw them as weak or lazy, but now that it is me, that is all I can think about myself.

I hate needing help. Everytime my husband or my friends have to check in on me, ask if I've eaten, get me out of bed, or help take care of my daughter, I feel useless, a burden.

I feel myself spiraling and I cannot get control. I am seeing a psychiatrist and am on medication. I had to quit my counselor because she was not helping. In my final session she said I should just try to be happy.

My coping mechanisms are becoming more destructive and it scares me

I don't know if I am looking for advice, or support or what. I just needed to be honest with someone