When I was a teenager my depression was so severe . I was starving myself and crying in the bathroom in secret several times a day . My family assumed I had bulimia how much I was in the bathroom but I was barely eating so I had no need to do that . I finally confessed everything to my mum one day . I told her I didn't want to live . I told her about the secret crying everyday and that I was trying to starve myself to death . Well her reaction was to get angry with me . She then marched me to the doctor's . There was no spaces available in an eating disorder facility so my mum insisted in trying to get me sectioned instead which she had the doctor's support . After being assessed there the professionals said I didn't need to be sectioned . But my mum argued and insisted . And so the were going to let me stay there . It was a mental health facility that was mixed . There was this teenage boy a bit older than I was . He wouldn't stop staring at me in such a preditory way . I got they feeling he wanted to rape me . My mum was going to leave me there but my brother who was younger than me had also seen the guy looking at me like that , he refused to let me stay there and my mum listened to him . I felt so unloved and betrayed by the whole situation . But when I look back now I see my mum was desperately trying to get me some help although she may have approached it all wrong