I'm struggling with dark thoughts again. I received some bad news yesterday. I've been ruminating about it all night. I am tired and fed up. I have no one to talk to. No one to call. Nowhere to go for help. No one cares. My mom doesn't care. I can't call her. The last time I felt this bad, I just wanted to talk to one of my sisters. My sister C refused to talk to me even after I told her what was going on. She told me to call a hotline. I don't feel comfortable calling those numbers. No one takes the time to listen to you. And even once you're in a hospital, still, no one listens.