I’ve been going to therapy for three weeks now, once a week, and already two problems have emerged. I’m suffering from severe depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder. The compulsion to SI is part of a disorder I have. I’m going to start taking medication for it in a month.

But I wish things were better with my friends. I don’t know why, but I can’t talk to them. I can’t hang out with them. I just sit there and stare off into space. No one seems to take the fact that I was in the hospital a couple of weeks ago, or the fact that I have injuries and scars. No one really cares. They’re not listening. In fact, they’re not even trying to talk to me. I don’t even get an eyebrow raise or a concerned look from them when they see how messed up I look.

And at therapy yesterday, my mom and I got into a huge argument. She said I was insane and needed to be locked up because of the disorder I had. She also said that I was injuring to get attention, and that I didn’t really have a problem. She called me a million names that I can’t repeat on here. And the therapist sat there and watched it happen.

I’m lonely. But no one cares enough to try and talk to me. I just want to feel better; but at the same time, I don’t want to. I’m stuck between the two, and I’m so confused. Somebody, please help me.