[FreeekOut]

My mom and my step-dad met along time ago when i was around the age of 8. They were happily in love and got married about a year or so afterwards. Bill (my step-dad) bought a really nice house with 11 acres and we got dogs and horses and lived happily...that is, until his drinking became an issue..
He started drinking basically non-stop and our family grew hostile towards each other and my mom, siblings, and I, moved out. My mom didn't have a job, so we lived off of child support and government money for my dead father. We stayed in a tiny apartment with my grandma, and a small duplex for about two years. We grew closer as a family, but depression settled among everyone, and I was diagnosed with Bipolar.
While we lived apart, my step-dad got back in control of his life. He went to treatment for his drinking, anger, and depression. He was just like he was when my mom and him first met. He started working again and invited our family to be reunited again. It was a very fun summer. They loved each other like they were teenagers once again and moving back in was a blast. We were a pretty normal family for about 6 months.
My mom has really bad depression and anxiety and I deal with my Bipolar as well as anxiety. One night, my mom and him got into a fight. She was really upset with him because he wasn't very good support for her/our depression and he, being very narcissistic, didn't understand, or seem to care.
I have been in a very low, depressive state. I think it has been one of the worst ones yet. I have been thinking about suicide-a lot. Fortunately i don't, nor ever self harm, I have been strong so far. My mom has been very depressed too. She called the mental hospital and my psychiatrist but we have yet to hear back from them. I feel soooooo down and I've been out of school for about two weeks because of depression and anxiety. Why does life have to treat us so bad sometimes?

[Callmebj]

Originally Posted by FreeekOut

My mom and my step-dad met along time ago when i was around the age of 8. They were happily in love and got married about a year or so afterwards. Bill (my step-dad) bought a really nice house with 11 acres and we got dogs and horses and lived happily...that is, until his drinking became an issue..
He started drinking basically non-stop and our family grew hostile towards each other and my mom, siblings, and I, moved out. My mom didn't have a job, so we lived off of child support and government money for my dead father. We stayed in a tiny apartment with my grandma, and a small duplex for about two years. We grew closer as a family, but depression settled among everyone, and I was diagnosed with Bipolar.
While we lived apart, my step-dad got back in control of his life. He went to treatment for his drinking, anger, and depression. He was just like he was when my mom and him first met. He started working again and invited our family to be reunited again. It was a very fun summer. They loved each other like they were teenagers once again and moving back in was a blast. We were a pretty normal family for about 6 months.
My mom has really bad depression and anxiety and I deal with my Bipolar as well as anxiety. One night, my mom and him got into a fight. She was really upset with him because he wasn't very good support for her/our depression and he, being very narcissistic, didn't understand, or seem to care.
I have been in a very low, depressive state. I think it has been one of the worst ones yet. I have been thinking about suicide-a lot. Fortunately i don't, nor ever self harm, I have been strong so far. My mom has been very depressed too. She called the mental hospital and my psychiatrist but we have yet to hear back from them. I feel soooooo down and I've been out of school for about two weeks because of depression and anxiety. Why does life have to treat us so bad sometimes?

I'm so sorry you are going through a rough time. Life is kinda like that
the good times, the so-so times and the really stinking times. Things are always in a flux and I hope you will look forward to the times that sparkle
and you can feel warm fuzzy feeling in a safe place. For right now, I hope you will hang in. sometimes life is threatening, and when we go through these times; we seem to grow as people and become stronger.
My best to you.