No. It's funny, several family members claim to be there to help and they understand. Then, when I actually begin to open up, I get shut down faster than I can blink. "I don't have time for this." "Can you talk to someone else?" "When did you become so weak?"
I wonder if they would even care if I actually did something. Outside of my fiance, mom and a couple siblings, I don't think anyone really cares. How could they love me, anyway? I can't even seem to.
Sorry, I'm not in a good place right now. I can say that I've had a friend commit suicide. Her last words "No one's going to miss me." And I'm here, eight years later, missing her and wishing I could've done something. I wish I would've listened when she asked for me to call her that day. I don't think her depression allowed her to witness how many people cared about her. For all I know, it could be the same with me and that's one reason I don't go through with it.